[lumberjim]

the wheels on the bus go round and round....



i mean....

yesterday, a child came out to wander,
caught a butterfly inside a jar
fearful, when the sky was full of thunder
and tearful at the falling of a star

And the seasons, they go round and round
ANd the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on a carousel of time
We can't return, we can only loook
Behind from where we are
and go round and round and round
... in the Circle game.