The world is round, the pool is round, even the pond is round.
When swimmers start a race, they always come around.
The fishes in the tank, without hope abound, they swim around.
One round, two rounds even many rounds, they still call it 'a'round.

As far as a salmon swims, he will spawn around,
And the outstretched wings of the eagle, circles round and round.
a pacing dog, a rolling log, swooning typhoon,
round and drown and mound and town.

So fear not when the ocean seems so vast and far abound,
for you know that in the end, salt always comes around.
no matter the size, no matter the shape, it is secretly a round.
And when when you see my figure fade, just simply turn around.