Trampoline Bouncin’ upon the trampoline So high above the ground, Just as I was goin’ up I saw her—comin’ down. She had a daisy in her hair, She wore a silken gown, But when she started goin’ up, I was comin’ down. I tried to say, “Hello—nice day.” She smiled and spun around. “Come up awhile with me,” yelled she, But I was goin’ down. And so, as yet, we’ve never met Because we’ve sadly found That one is always goin’ up While one is comin’ down.