(Never in his wildest horrors conceived of by Robert Louis Stevenson)
How do you like to rise up, my soufflé ,
Up in the air so tall?
Oh, I do think it the tastiest thing
Can be done with an egg, y’all!
Up in the air, rise along the side,
Till the cap forms, so golden,
Puffy and large and bubbly and wide,
Glorious thing to beholden —
Till you come out of the oven and rest,
Settling down after the show —
Just an excuse to go make one again,
Off to the kitchen I go!
Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside–
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown–
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!