The bright colored metallic snake stands still and waits for the light

It waits and waits and then with a click it starts to roll down

On to the chain that will pull it up, we wait and wait for something to start

Up and Up, Higher and Higher, and then it starts the ride

Down and Down at the speed of light like a tiger chasing its pray

The metallic snake slithering up, down, and around again

It goes and goes until it can’t and it stops with a clunk.

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