Come Ride With Me

Come ride the carousel with me,
enjoy yourself, smile, giggle with glee.
Miniature brass band, music is playing,
up and down motion gently swaying.

Men made of brass dressed in clothing of yore,
play a minuet and waltz, but yearning for more.
Hold on to the pole and climb aboard,
ready for an adventure, take hold of the cord.

Carousel is beginning to circle around,
choose your seat before hitting the ground.
Sit on a rabbit and wave to the crowd,
feeling pretty good, perhaps even proud.

Spinning faster enjoying the ride,
let out a laugh with your heart open wide.
Around and around, up and down,
everyone smiling, no time for a frown.

Climb up on the horse, begin to sing,
perhaps today is the day you catch the ring.
You reach up high and almost touch heaven,
open your hand, ring number seven.

Tilt your head let the breeze kiss your face,
always remember this wonderful place.
Slowing down now, you patiently wait,
others are standing by the gate.



Written by:
Karen Palumbo