The wheels turn and spin
See them go round and round
They wear a silly plastic grin
From sun up to sun down with noses pointed to the ground

Eyes turned upward
To catch a sign of curiosity
From those that walk in a perfumed cloud
Of Animosity

Three for twenty,
Two for a hundred
This their song
This their reality
All day long

Sun has set
See how the wheels still turn
Slowly now with thoughts of needs unmet
And little hearts that for a treat do yearn

Boxes come out
The goods go in
And away with a shout
Tomorrow's another day...
Yet still with the plastic grin.