First is Not Always Best

We raced out to the old tire swing,
It had hung there through the summer.
For him to beat me for first swing,
Had really been a bummer.

But when he jumped into the swing,
I laughed so hard I could have cried.
A swarm of wasps had found the tire
And built their paper nest inside!

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