Crick crick crick

Clicks the creaky Carousel

Tired and run down

Once glorious and great

The poor Carousel now makes kids frown

They worked her 

And worked her

And worked her some more

Push push pushing

Until her pretty little horses pranced no more

The children used to run to play

Admiring her beauty

She liked to see their shining faces

Happy to see her

And she was happy to see them too

But years and years of pushing

And trying to please

Wears a carousel down

And the kids who once loved her

Looked away when they passed

She misses her children, her playmates, her friends

She wanted them to run to her

So she worked to make herself better, better, better

Until her gears wore down and her insides decayed

Now she watches her playmates walk by

Remembering the Better Days