Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.“It isn’t a gate; it’s a motor car!I’m travelling fast and I’m travelling far.I toot my horn and I turn my wheel,And nobody knows how grand I feel!”Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.“It isn’t a gate; it’s a great big ship!I’m off to the Pole on a ’sploring trip.I’ll ride a white bear, holding on by his hair,And I’ll hurry him up with a whaleskin whip.”Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.“It isn’t a gate; it’s a motor car!I’m travelling fast and I’m travelling far.I toot my horn and I turn my wheel,And nobody knows how grand I feel!”Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.“It isn’t a gate; it’s a great big ship!I’m off to the Pole on a ’sploring trip.I’ll ride a white bear, holding on by his hair,And I’ll hurry him up with a whaleskin whip.”Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
Early and late, early and late,
Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a motor car!I’m travelling fast and I’m travelling far.I toot my horn and I turn my wheel,And nobody knows how grand I feel!”
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a motor car!
I’m travelling fast and I’m travelling far.
I toot my horn and I turn my wheel,
And nobody knows how grand I feel!”
Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
Early and late, early and late,
Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a great big ship!I’m off to the Pole on a ’sploring trip.I’ll ride a white bear, holding on by his hair,And I’ll hurry him up with a whaleskin whip.”
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a great big ship!
I’m off to the Pole on a ’sploring trip.
I’ll ride a white bear, holding on by his hair,
And I’ll hurry him up with a whaleskin whip.”
Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
Early and late, early and late,
Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
boy swinging on gat
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a big balloon!I’m going to sail till I reach the moon.I’ll play with the Man as hard as I can,And I’ll stir up the stars with a great horn spoon.”Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.“Itisn’ta gate; it’s—” off runs he,His mother is calling, “Come in to tea!”It’s a wonderful gate, but it just isn’t ableTo turn itself into a supper-table.
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a big balloon!I’m going to sail till I reach the moon.I’ll play with the Man as hard as I can,And I’ll stir up the stars with a great horn spoon.”Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.“Itisn’ta gate; it’s—” off runs he,His mother is calling, “Come in to tea!”It’s a wonderful gate, but it just isn’t ableTo turn itself into a supper-table.
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a big balloon!I’m going to sail till I reach the moon.I’ll play with the Man as hard as I can,And I’ll stir up the stars with a great horn spoon.”
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a big balloon!
I’m going to sail till I reach the moon.
I’ll play with the Man as hard as I can,
And I’ll stir up the stars with a great horn spoon.”
Early and late, early and late,Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
Early and late, early and late,
Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
“Itisn’ta gate; it’s—” off runs he,His mother is calling, “Come in to tea!”It’s a wonderful gate, but it just isn’t ableTo turn itself into a supper-table.
“Itisn’ta gate; it’s—” off runs he,
His mother is calling, “Come in to tea!”
It’s a wonderful gate, but it just isn’t able
To turn itself into a supper-table.