Why the horse dance

Do you remember, The grand horse carousel? Pirouetting upon their endless meridian, O! How they dance delightfully, with out care. I know you remember! But all this poor old man can recall, Are the coins infiltrating, Pushed by small finger, and joyous smiles. Then the lights overhead, Followed by the grand gallop chomatique! How I remember? These stallions, they dance for wealth, For life, For aspiration, For pride. But eventually like all good show-men, They break a leg, and collapse, And soon the money cascades too. Do you remember, The last time a horse cried?