I glimpsed the clown trumpeter tooting and tottering one day,
and I listened as all around the grasses began to sway sshhhhh...ssswishhhh...wish...wwwhhooshhh..and...tootootooot!
the circus, the fairyland circus is coming to play
So full of joy came the dancers of blue,
On their fantabulistic penny farthing around which butterflies flew,
the magic of their atmosphere pulled me along,
their power to enchant especially strong
In the warm stone breath of a sunlit windowsill they paused to dance,
practicing shadow play with the butterflies, everything patterned by chance
Run run through the meadow to invite her friend,
'Wait wait let me show you my skill of pretend'
Oh marvel... a magic rose wand waved like that
will invite a dear bunny from out of a hat
When day upon day rain came helter skelter,
and the circus troop vanished, under leaves to shelter
To one royal pair the tippetty tap 'wake up!' called,
flippety flap little one take care to fly and not fall
Alas the candy floss lady would not venture out in the still damp air,
for she said the moisture would spoil her fancy fare
Soon the sun came again brining shimmer and glimmer
And the circus children helped decide which sweet fluffy recipe was the winner
Lastly.... stepping lightly from another morning's purply brume
treading softly across petals came the teller of wonder-full fortunes
With magical mystery, with joyous jollity, with royal revelry and delicious delicacy,
they have gathered as is told in fairyland legend of old.
Once in the time of a six hundredth dandelion puff
Bringing all they have lived betwixt to create true enough...
Processing they come
tiddlium tum ta dum
is the day
that the circus will play
All around about fairies dwellers tiptoe out
The wee ones peep, they point, and the peer
and very soon hearts enraptured they all gather near
Oh clown's shoes do the talking, jokes and hilarity in their walking
So soon twisting and twirling in air born pirouettes
Fairy tumblers and dancers have wings, so need no nets
'Do let me introduce you'
says the mysterious being of blue
'This fair fortune teller will wish your wishes true'
sweet treats in the interval
are most deliciously beneficial
light mouthfuls of frivolity
go hand in had with circus jollity
With mouths full of merriment they all gather back....
than to share something pink and delightingly yummy
Thus it ends
and so now
take a bow
Such a show
our hearts glow
and we wish you so well...
Each will go
as adventuring winds blow
where and when who can tell
Till perhaps, in the moment of a six hundredth dandelion puff
They will share once again, as foretold in fairyland legend of old,
circus wonder that will, as ever and always be enough