Around around on the merry go round.
The little girl shall never be found.
The merry go round is here to stay.
The little girl has run away.
Up and down the horses go.
The little girl hated school she had wrote.
The music of the carousel goes on and on.
It was the little girls favorite song.
2 parents walked to the girls favorite place,
dread keeping them rooted in place.
For in the moms hand she held a note.
Goodbye is what the little girl wrote.
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