| Inside is outside |
| Everywhere no one can hide |
| Sitting in a door jamb |
| There was a quiet figure of a man |
| Unused to embellishments |
| Acquired from establishments |
| But improvising efforts |
| Beyond the wide intelligence |
| His actions were his words |
| Now from one cynical herd |
| Of autos on the freeway |
| There came one wildly small |
| Enthusiastic 'hooray' |
| Like a prayer received from far away |
| In the middle of a fiery day |
| She turned and made her getaway |
| She found the good deed in the sun |
| Purple green and yellow |
| She told him she would like to hold it |
| Truthful little fellow |
| Not knowing what she’d done |
| It melted in the sun |
| And many came to wallow in the puddle |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |
| The key to the ferry town is the ferry |
| It sat on the bridge between happy and scary |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |
| Lost and found on common ground |
| To rescue on the ladder must be hung |
| Instead they got the brushes out |
| Began to shout and painted every rung |
| Not knowing what they’d done |
| They painted in the sun |
| And many came to join in the struggle |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |
| The key to the ferry town is the ferry |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |
| The key to the ferry town is the ferry |
| It sat on the bridge between happy and scary |
| Too long did the young man tarry |
| Who had stood for good and hope for the masses |
| Now melted, now sticky, licked up like molasses |
| Why ask us? |
| Why not ask us? |
| Why ask us? |
| Why not ask us? |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |
| The key to the merry go round is the merry |