Twelve chairs in a circle
Give you each a place to sit,
But if we take a chair away,
One of you must quit.
Eliminate a musical chair
And eliminate a person.
Music plays with the game,
But each round makes it worsen.
Why don’t you shuffle here?
And then you can shuffle there?
If you take my seat from me,
It doesn’t seem altogether fair.
The last person standing
Is the winner of the game,
Or everyone could sit on the chair,
And nobody loses all the same.
Copyright 2019 Jennifer Waters
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