Around they spin, in painted horses' stride, a music box that plays outdoors, where dreams take a ride. A fairground's round dance, where laughter and joy abide.

A serpent of steel across the land, guiding iron steeds through countryside and city, uniting distant hearts with rhythmic clatter and jarring bellows.

You take me to go everywhere, I can be made of cobblestone, dirt, brick, concrete or paved. Or I can be less concrete and more cinematic, but lead to redemption or perhaps El Dorado.

Hidden in a shell, a treasure lies beneath; silent keeper of pearls, beneath the ocean's breadth. One can me up, or a case closed with a slam; Forty to two hundred eyes, can you guess who I am.

The wind rushes through your hair Joyful laughter everywhere Gravity will pull you down Careful though if you wear a gown Be wary that it’s not too hot And wait your turn, you impatient snot!