The Cicle Game

this is a song I've altered into a poem. It was taught to me at girl scout camp.

The Seasons,
They go round
and round.

And the painted ponies
go up
and down.

We are captive
on the carosel
of Time.

We can't return
We can only look
Behind
from where we came-

and go round
and round
and round,

In the Circle Game