Jubilations, cheer, cheeky mirth

There’s that lively feel in the air

Colourful costumes endless parades

Hot dancers flaunting their distinct flair

Yet not one is dancing in tune

With rhythm, that flows in the air

There’s a crowd lining the streets

There’s a crowd not doing so

There’s a crowd who will never know

Struggling each day to survive

The carnivals are here to stay

Great dancers will show their flair

Convince their steps are the best

For the world to zoom fast ahead

Yet not one will dance in tune

With rhythm, that most of us play