Circus *

Circus*
Eleanor Farjeon

The brass band blares
The naphtha flares,
The sawdust smells,
Showmen ring bells,
And Oh! right into the circus ring
Comes such a lovely, lovely thing
A milk white pony with flying tress,
And a beautiful lady,
A beautiful lady in a pink dress!
The red and white clown
For joy tumbles down
Like a pink rose
Round she goes
On her tip toes
With the pony under
and then, oh, wonder!
The pony his milk white tresses droops
And the beautiful lady,
The beautiful lady,
Flies like a bird through the paper hoops!
The red and white clown  for joy falss dead
Then he waggles his feet and stands on his head,
And the little boys on the twopenny seats
Scream with laughter and suck their Sweets.