Carousel, your jukebox is shuddering,

An all forsaken hope and dream,

Red painted lips purse around the pinnacle and soft praline.

 

Women, bow before the sea!

The pearl corset for a stead.

Mistress strives not to please.

 

Spinning, spinning carousel,

Lights and shades,

Sparkling ill brigade.

Horses,  ponies,  men  of  the sea.

 

Ye’ occupy the saddle,

In your lacelined , Daphne colored bottoms,

Oh what a soft praline.

It pleads and pleads,

MORE COURTURE FOR ME!