Carousel

simple

Carousel

 

See that the fair is back in town

Look how the carousel turns about

I love the painted pony rides

The lovely wideness of the eyes

He needs no pastures, only this

A constant spin of friendliness

I ride his hard back, watch the lights

the candy colors glow at night

And I will do most anything

to ride the pony, hold the ring

I close my eyes to feel the chill

of wind that spins on flattened wheels

And I control his run and trot

until abruptly, my horse stops.