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Merry go round beautiful sound

Riding high below the blue sky

Cimarron Rose and Bella Blue

Blazing colors with iron horseshoes

Bright smiling faces 

Holding poles fixed in places

Feet firmly planted in little brown stirrups

Giggles and laughter when the horses giddyup

Calico Sally seems to always dilly dally

Her focus is on that green fertile valley

The music slows to a halt and the riders climb down

They grudgingly slide off And look up with a frown

See ya next roundup says ticket taker Dan to sad faces

As he loads the next riders that are taking their places

The corral gate is where the parents wait

Watching as little ones are slow to vacate

The music starts anew and-a child’s heard to say

Next time when I come I’m riding the Buckaroo Bay