A carousel has big, plastic horses.
Each horse is a different color.
She likes the white horse.
She gets on the white horse.
It has a black tail.
She sits in the saddle.
She holds onto the pole.
The music starts.
The carousel starts.
It goes round and round.
Her horse goes up and down.
Writer(s): Tanja Frinta, Marc Sobrevisa
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