Experience my height As you conquer your fright And behold a new sight
I am fun for most folks Hanging high by my spokes Above the elms and oaks
So why not climb on in And take me for a spin? Let your round trip begin
What am I?
I do not have any heart but still I manage to live. If you kill me , you will eventually die but yet you kill me. I cannot run, who am I?
You should keep me as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time I am slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes me to bend further, but don’t bend me for too long or I may never be able to fully straighten out again. What am I?
