Edwina Reizer (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)
I've stepped onto the merry-go-round
and as it goes around
I don't quite know which horse to choose,
the white, the black or brown?
If I choose the sleek black one
might I not feel like a King?
And since he's on the outside
might I not snatch a ring?
If I choose the white horse
might I not feel like a queen?
And since she's one that goes up and down
might I feel like I'm in-between?
But if I choose the brown horse
might I not feel just like she?
For since she's in front of the other two
they'll never catch up to me.
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