What Are They

They came in hot, and they came in hard. What are they? Asked our strangest bard. They were readily lead in by a lark bunting bird, We had not a guess, not an idea, not a word. They were at the carnival fair, is true. We rarely see the likes of you! Said one rude dude, whose name is Boon. We shushed him away, and faced the moon. The moon did not speak, but had a party hat. As did the turquoise owl, the boy and the cat. They were a strange lot, with a dancing mouse. Wearing a lavender tutu, a ballerina in Touse! Dressed as jesters, as clowns, and such. We were intrigued and excited, so very much. The knight’s horse wore a fancy shawl. Welcome! We carnies said. “One and all!”