The Merry-Go-Round

STAND still, Mr. Horse, while I jump on your back To ride in the ring of the whirligig’s track. The boys and girls shout as the man cries, “Hold fast.” The music is playing--we’re started at last!

O faster and faster we rock and we spin Around, keeping time to the musical din, Then I pull on my reins and cry “Whoa!” to the horse, For that is the right way to stop him, of course.

But we go and we go and we don’t mind a pin If we end where we started and have to begin On the merry-go-round, the merry-go-round-- ’Tis the best kind of travel I ever have found!