O spinning toy that revolves to and fro,
Made more illuminating through bright hues,
I cannot tell how endless you will go,
But for entertainment, you give your dues.
One can call you revolutionary
Given your ceaseless rotating delight
And absence of being stationary,
Not to mention lack of terrible fright.
I adore how you rotate all around
And go on infinitely for a while,
Spinning with tumult and a whizzing sound
In a certain indescribable style.
How you reflect the windmills of the mind
And are playful, joyful, colorful, kind.