Poem: Hello and Good-By

Hello and good-by
Hello and good-by

When I'm in a swing
Swinging low and then high,
Good-by to the ground
Hello to the sky.

Hello to the rain
Good-by to the sun,
Then hello again sun
When the rain is all done.

In blows the winter,
Away the birds fly.
Good-by and hello
Hello and good-by.


*by Mary Ann Hoberman