Round and round I go,
May it be fast or slow.
Never can I show,
What hide, so cold.
With time I believe,
All will soon perceive,
Before I take my leave,
People will conceive.
Weapons to defend,
Some things I will lend.
I do sometimes bend.
And can be unwanted trend.
Now I shall take a bow,
Somewhere else I’ll crawl,
Hibernate some more,
And again make you poor.
May it be fast or slow.
Never can I show,
What hide, so cold.
With time I believe,
All will soon perceive,
Before I take my leave,
People will conceive.
Weapons to defend,
Some things I will lend.
I do sometimes bend.
And can be unwanted trend.
Now I shall take a bow,
Somewhere else I’ll crawl,
Hibernate some more,
And again make you poor.