People come and people go,
Like harvest mice in twilight’s glow,
They leap and twirl through county air,
Sniffing dreams of cotton candy there.

They chatter wild, they dance askew,
With sugar tongues and eyes askew,
They lose their spark, then find it back—
A zigzag ride, no steady track.

They hum odd tunes and bake sweet cakes,
Then vanish fast like spilled milk lakes.
Their laughter clings like fairground lights,
Then fades into the whirling nights.

And life? Oh, life’s a spinning cart,
Half-falling stars, half candy heart—
A carousel that creaks and sways
With cookie trails and fleeting stays.

So let them jump and sing and flee,
Their chaos part of life’s grand spree.
Just hold your hat, enjoy the show—
The mice may leave, but let them go.