Ring a Ding Ding Ding
The rinky-dink ringmaster was a ringleader.
His yellow perched ring-tail cat had a ringside seat
His sassy ring-necked eagle had a ring meter.
His knowledge of Ring of Nibelung could not be beat.
He called his circus the Rinky-dink Ring-a-Ding-Ding-Ding.
We sat in ringside seats, staring at the first animal filled ring.
We are the Ring-A-Ding-Dongs, he said with a giant smile.
The ring-tail cat began to circle the crowd, intriguing us for a while.
The ring-necked eagle began to fly around the Ring-A-Ding tent.
Before it was over, I was on the edge of my seat, glad I had went.
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