A someone stopped the carousel
And asked: Should it be slower?
I nodded but it speeded up
Its air flow like a blower
And then I was no longer there
I couldn't tell you why
The next thing, I was everywhere
And thought that I would die
A sudden call, I heard my name
But couldn't see a thing
I'd rather get back home again
Than stand another fling
With every other full rotation
I heard my name, my face all wet
And after due consideration
I finally got out of bed
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