The Unpaid Circus Workers
By June Bird - [email protected] 

Fun, excitement, balloons, colourful kites,
The circus is in town...oh what dizzying heights..
...the trapeze artists swing...the clowns
smile broadly and then feign rage...
but spare a thought for me....
I'm the one in the cage.

I'm here in 23 hours out of every 24,
there's nothing but bars and a padlock on the door.
Not an ounce of freedom but lots of fresh food,
if I was a household cat my owners would be sued.

My friend the elephant is so terribly sad;
what did he do to deserve this.. ? He was never bad..
He wears a cute hat and stands on one leg,
when once forced to beg.

I dream of running with the rest of my pride;
I dream of freedom... PLEASE be on my side ..
Understand my plight and think of me now and then -
all you animals lovers; children, ladies and men.

The circus comes and goes, we're off to another town I fear,
I lie down wishing my death would come...
another performance........another tear.

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