(song lyrics)
Every day Loess comes to ride the carousel,
Always on the big chocolate Brown.
She's holding to the silver bar;
He's prancing up and down.
And the little man gives them another round.
Little Loess lives on the Western side of town,
In a brownstone by the river, they plan to tear it down.
She walks along the avenue every afternoon,
And she's so careful at the light.
Every day Loess comes to ride the carousel,
Always on the big chocolate Brown.
She's holding to the silver bar;
He's prancing up and down.
And the little man gives them another round.
He's just a wooden horse; I'm sure he wouldn't know
How much that Loess loves to ride around the merry-go.
Her mountains are invisible, but up and down she rides.
With all those other ponies close behind.
Every day Loess comes to ride the carousel,
Always on the big chocolate Brown.
She's holding to the silver bar;
He's prancing up and down.
And the little man gives them another round.
"LOESS"
Copyright © 1994 James Edward Thomas, Jr.