The Ringmaster

The Ringmaster raises his plastic
Baton, and all things go his way
The show has been thoroughly
Rehearsed; the audience pays up
Enjoys, and files home
Late at night, while resting in his cage
The troubadour hatched a plan
To step onto the world's stage
To take a trek with Bear, to
The forest and the mountains
To dabble in his tunes, near
The waters of a fountain

The show went on, the very
Next day, but Bear had fallen ill
The troubadour said, "Not to worry
We'll carry out the plan still."
And so they did and made their way
Past the boxes and the hay; but a
Porter saw them wanderin' there, and
Called the ringmaster, who was unaware
He snatched the troubadour
But the bear made a viscous attack
Sending the old ringmaster deep Into the black
And his blood was everywhere
When the guards they did arrive
Shot the bear in the chest
So she did not survive

It was several weeks before the dust
Had finally settled, and once it had
A new ringmaster arrived
He wasn't one to fool around
His methods were harsh
Bringing the animals
To their knees
For when animals rebel
Tyranny always takes control
Revolution very well may be a fierce-
Some beast; but the wake of rebellion
Is a death of dreams, to say the least

This is not the end of the story told
Within; in time, the animals were spared
Such treatment became known to be
Wholly unfair; and circuses disbanded
Performers going separate ways
To the jungle all around
Where the highways are found
And clowns do clerical work
For money, in chains
If you wish to rearrange it all
Take it up with the king, I hear
He's quite the ringmaster