On a horse, a metal horse
clinging to the bar
Up and down
up and down
round and round we go.
Chasing tails.
telling tales
of a journey
with nowhere to go.
With a smile
like the Cheshire cat
going to a land
The golden mile
Maybe the metal horse
knows the mad March hare
Too late, "You are late"
Too late, the ride stops.
In a land in your mind
Did the horse find the hole?
Or did it reach its goal?
Was it Red ***,
Or in the corner did it stick in the thumb
and produce miracles.
Round and round we go
merrily.