Glint covered walls,
hanging festoons held up a sway,
cotton candy and strawberry ice
milling crowds upbeat and gay
Stomping horses in red red reins,
beady eyed ducks waddle with webbed feet
hares run about flapping ears
shuddering yellow cabins add to the beat
ting a ring a ring a ring
the lights do a bebop of their own
all this merriness in a march
just to be under the grand lady's gown
Hold on tight, the father shouts,
enjoy the ride while it lasts
you think you're going somewhere?
You’ll come back to the been pasts
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