I was only a kid, but how well I recall
All the rides at the fair, though the best of them all
Was the thrill of the chase and the joy to be found
Riding horses on poles on the merry-go-round.

They were just wooden horses with fanciful names,
But they all came to life in our wonderful games.
We went over the jumps as they upped and they downed
On that circular ride on the merry-go-round.

We were jockeys on thoroughbreds, rounding the course
As we galloped full pelt and we each whipped our horse,
Or we hunted a fox and were riding to hounds.
Such a fantasy world on those merry-go-rounds!

We were cowboys defending a lone again train
From the Indians, circling, out on the plain.
We stayed firm in the saddle as, bound after bound,
We were pitched back and forth on that merry-go-round.

We imagined so much and were lost in our play;
We could even hear hooves as we galloped away.
I can still hear the sound as they pounded the ground
And I’ll always remember that merry-go-round!