Carousel Bliss
Spinning, a horse of gold,
I am four, a princess bold,
My first time on this magical ride,
With a giant, toothless, happy stride.
The music hums, a carousel tune,
I rise and fall beneath the afternoon moon.
The painted pony gallops fast,
A happy feeling that's made to last.
The world outside is a colorful blur,
My little heart gives a happy purr.
Around and around, the wind in my hair,
I'm flying high, without a care.
The ride slows down, the song is done,
A perfect end to a day of fun.
I step off the horse, a little sad to leave,
But I'll be back, I truly believe.
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