The local grandkids and their parents came over today to swim around the pier and tube behind the boat. The youngest (Phoebe, age 5 months), was mesmerized by the movement of the new small hammock as I gently pushed Her Highness back and forth, back and forth.
Rock-a bye-Queenie, in the hammock,
When the wind blows, the hammock will rock.
When Queenie turns, she’ll fall right on through,
And clutching the rope strands, coo at the view.
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