Carousel

"Carousel" by Floyd Albert
Photos by me

If I weren't so frenzied and frantic,
So foolish and fol-de-rol,
I'd give up this dizzying antic,
I'd get off this carousel.


But the circle is stronger than I am,
And my head is all in a whirl.
I cling to the dashing pink horses,
My vision wound up like a curl.

I will ride while the music is playing
And the bell goes on Ding, Dong, Ding.
Oh, I'll never get down from this merry-go-round
'Til I've captured the last brass ring.

When I've captured the last brass ring, boys,
And silenced the last brass bell,
Then I'll drop from my horse like pink applesauce
And be done with this carousel.