Story of the Circus Tent
Glitter speckles blue and gold,
Help a funny face unfold,
People gather here and there,
Just to taste the atmosphere.
Fire and swords around a ring,
Mighty hits on a tambourine,
Skid to a stop, honk a horn,
Proud people pleasers born.
Around the tent over the stands,
Waving, clapping show of hands;
Swinging high above the crowd,
Trapeze artist holds a clown.
Songs of cheer, joy and laughter,
Leaves its presence long and after,
The starry eyes of girls and boys,
Watching the circus and hear its noise.
Lions, tigers, and elephants,
Unfolding nostalgic elements,
From the memories of long ago,
A force with powers of magic knows;
Give a child a story to tell,
Get his parents a gift as well,
Until the last action ends,
Make a difference, make legends.
Tell the story of the circus tent,
From far away it has been sent,
With something fun for them to do,
It keeps them out of trouble, too.
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