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Swinging from the Lights

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From the book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies

We’re swinging from the lights.
We’re standing on our chairs.
We’re bouncing off the walls.
We’re sliding down the stairs.

We’re running in the halls.
We’re slamming all the doors.
We’re jumping off our desks.
We’re skidding on the floors.

We’d rather use the swings.
We’d rather use the slide.
Too bad! Today it’s raining
and recess is inside.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 1

 


From the Book Revenge of the Lunch Ladies


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