This summer I might have drowned
But I Held my breath, kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around,
Moved my arms around
This summer I did the backstroke
And you know that that's not all
I did the breaststroke, the butterfly
And the old Australian Crawl
The old Australian Crawl
This summer I swam in a public place
And a reservoir to boot
At the latter I was informal
At the former I wore my suit
I wore my swimming suit
This summer I did swan-dives
And jack-knifes for you all
And once when you weren't looking
I did a cannon-ball
Did a cannon-ball
