At the Circus

Acrobats and jugglers, Trapeze, tightrope, hoops. Horses running ‘round the ring, Both singly and in groups. Clowns and lithe contortionists, Music from the band. Dogs that climb and leap and prance, All upon command. Nothing’s changed in all these years – It’s still a simple show, Just like baseball used to be So many years ago. Circuses don’t need the flash Of neon-techno-glitz. When that happens, I, for one, Will have to call it quits. ‘Til that day, I’ll ooh and ahh At walkers on the wire. A wooden bench, a canvas tent Is all that I require.