Walter Martin Calder's Circus
[Verse 1]
Alexander, no one knows
How the red gets on the rose
But Alexander, we imitate
Recreate and approximate
[Chorus 1]
Take out your whistle and give it a blow
Mesdames et messieurs, let's start the show
Bent down on your creaky knees
You bring to life the flying trapeze
[Verse 2]
Alexander, life looks good
In wire cloth and wood
[Chorus 2]
The bowlegged horse wins the carriage race
If the lions get loose they'll wreck the place
A magic scene made of rusty junk
That packs into the master's trunk
[Verse 3]
Alexander, life's divine
And the tightrope's made of twine
