Swimmingly [Lyric Poem] Posted on July 4, 2024 by B Gourley Moving at a glide -- No strain, no effort, Rolling side to side, No lord or escort.Things are going SWIMMINGLY. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related