The Circus

There is a circus come to town

A large colorful tent on the school ground

Dancing elephant Jumbo and a bicycle riding parakeet

Well tamed lion Shera jumping through hoops

Trapeze artistes waltzing in the air

A well of death motorcyclist

Hat juggling monkeys and hopping kangaroo

There is a circus come to town

Patched up holes in the colored tent, the sunlight streams in

At each crack of the whip the ringmaster’s heart jumps.

Will Shera obey him or maul him in front of a cheering crowd

An old wrinkled elephant with cataract eyes

Trapeze artistes with torn stockings, armpit hairs

Faint moustaches on painted lips

Weathered wooden planks with rusty nails

That creak when the motorcycle revs up

The kangaroo misses his homeland

There is a circus come to town.