It wouldn't stop,
And though I screamed,
The Tilt-a-Whirl went round and round.
The air was full
And hot and sweet,
With candy vendors up and down,
But I could think of nothing else:
The Tilt-a-Whirl went round and round.
My mother laughed,
The camera flashed,
My father held my hand too tight-
But all my crying was in vain:
The Tilt-a-Whirl went round and round.
My friends had braved this awful ride,
They had returned both safe and sound,
But I was certain my demise
Would come from going round and round.
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