‘Twas an hour before the second show, when all through circus tent,
Not an artist was stirring, not even a ferret.
The safeties were hung by the wall with care,
In hopes that the audience would soon be there.
The acrobats were warming all stretching their legs,
While visions of flawless routines danced in their heads.
And Norman in his fur, and Bates in his mask,
Had settled their coffees for the upcoming task.
When out from the speaker arose such a clatter,
Fish sprang from their dressing rooms brimming with laughter.
Away to the tunnel frogs sprang with a flash,
Tore open the curtains, and threw a fist smash.
The earth in the hands of a dancer pre-show,
Gave the luster of showtime that the performers all know.
When, what to their anticipating eyes should appear,
The crystal man descending, greeted with cheer.
End