Smiley face

Swing, swing, swing.

"Mom, I've got spilkes," Elmer tells me from his cocoon-like swing, where he does all his talking.

Swing, swing, swing.

"I don't know why," he adds.

Swing, swing, swing.

"I'm kind of happy," he mutters.

"You got a problem with that?" he asks.

No.
Swing, swing, swing, swing.