Yet another round, now we walk
pacing away around the oval park
Oh pray the sweat that drops as beads
May be the fat melting from accumulated culinary deeds.
Here we come shaking the wobbling pounds.
Lost to every sight except our chore
To make the weighing needle walk backwards
And to lose some fat from our food store.
Three rounds done , now for two more
To complete the quota for the day
Never fear we will be here tomorrow
To lose the inches and go healthy to our grave.
Round and round the sun,the world may go
Round and round the park, till enthusiasm slows
We walk in rounds to be less rotund
a repentance for gluttony , beauty’s refund.