Whenever by Mary Ann Hoberman


Whenever I want my room to move
I give myself a twirl
And busily, dizzily whiz about
In a reeling, wheeling whirl.
Then I spin in a circle as fast as I can
Till my head is weak from churning
Like a tipsy top...
And then I stop.
But my room goes right on turning.

-Mary Ann Hoberman

Caden twirling

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