E. L. Palmer's "Spinning Song" goes in spinning:

Spinning Song.

Sunshine of summer land
Lieth along the lea;
Bird in the leaf lies hushed;
To the quick each life is touched
With such excellence of glee.

Droning, whirling, rolling, flying,
Ever on in hot haste hieing.
Work while laughter speeds thee on,
E'er cold night the day hath won!

Hither the dusk rolls on,
From the thunder of the sea;
The wine of the golden light
Is hemmed with the lees of night,
And its glimmer fades to thee.

Droning, whirling, rolling, flying,
Ever on in hot haste hieing.
Work while laughter speeds thee on,
Ere cold night the day hath won!