Carousel spins, horses up and down
Painted bright colors, joyful sight
Always chasing each other
Looks like such great fun
There's a horse for Bobby
Brown saddled, and feet in the stirrups
He stands screaming in bliss
Kenny rides a mare,
All pink and blues
She cries out in splendor
White knuckled on the pole
The parents they stand aside
Watch their children go by
'There's Johnny, Mary, Susie, and Jason!'
Take pictures, faces frozen in time
But there is no pictures in albums
Not of carousel rides
Because all those pictures discarded
The horses are screaming
Look with colors so bright
In lights like fire  
The pictures all blur
But there is Betty
Her smile is not
Picture was taken
Snapped just off
Don't use this says the mother
It's not what I like
Father tosses the white knuckled
Shiny impaled horses, across the night
But every year it's the same
The children's fears are alike
And children become parents
Only to see what they see
Bright