In the 30’s, right on Broadway,
For a temporary stay,
Are a dozen lit-up seesaws
Meant for passers-by to play.
Once a staple of each playground,
Now a seesaw is so rare
Many people never saw one
‘Til they spied them waiting there.
But they just can’t be resisted
So each duo, taking turns,
Shrieks with laughter as they rise,
No thoughts of safety-type concerns.
Oh, the simple joys of childhood
Brought to life as a surprise -
Head to Broadway, hop on board
And try a seesaw on for size!
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