I rode a horse named Pardise
around the carousel and
never once went anywhere,
but neither did I care.
For a merry-go-round is a
wonderous toy,
all lights and music in motion
and what else matters but
beauty and joy
(plus a little bit of commotion)?

It’s round’n round’n round
we go-
sometimes fast,
sometimes slow.

Then spinning
stops.

The ride is over,
whether Paradise up
or Paradise down.
We’re always near an exit
so buy a ticket.

It’s the only ride in town.