Oh, Abba, I say, please spin me again!
Make me a ballerina box entwining
the scripted letters of your pen,
twirled round and round, up mountains
and through the valley’s bend.
Again and again…
As the sun bursts forth from its chamber
And the moon follows its phases for its neighbor.
Again and again…
Until my grief meets a comic end
Like the sheep found and put in its pen.
Again and again…
Until my feet are ready to retire
and my heart is rested in your every desire.
Oh, Abba, I say, please spin me again!
Make me a ballerina box entwining
the scripted letters of your pen.