A hot Sunday morning Dad took little Bruce to amusement park the boy was
querulous he wanted to ride on a merry-go-round Dad would do anything for
his offspring, wouldn't he? The machine got moving It gathered momentum
Bruce was already 9 meters over the ground Dad looked up and suddenly he
got shockedA gear of the merry-go-round cracked Father's eyes watched his
son's head knocks against the ground But it's not over A two and a half ton
axle dropped onto the kid Dad ran up so fast that his son's brain smeared his
festive jacket The boy's intestines decorated the amusement park glamour