Vold Book - 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 fiercesome 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

Written by:
John Trautman

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