Teaching Ping-Pong

You play the ping, I’ll play the pong,
And we will ping-pong all day long.
Hold the paddle so—like this,
And when you swing, if you do miss,
You’ll owe to me another kiss.

She swings, she misses—joy of day!
Another kiss to come my way!
I’m crafty, yes; I spin the ball
With such a perfect slice.
Her kisses, I will get them all.
Oh, teaching is so nice!

But now she swings real furiously
And hits the ball! It goes past me!
I swing too late! I’ve made a miss!
Now I must give her back a kiss.
Though teaching ping-pong is so tough,
I think I’ll never teach enough!

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