Under The Big Top:

by Scott Cole   May 11, 2016

Fly like a helicopter
In the same place,
Right overhead
Right in my face.

Spin for a reason
Spin for a purpose,
All your little blades
That put on a circus.

Round and round
Across the highwire,
Nice little show
You crazy highflyer.

With your clear face
That face of a clown,
Cause your big nose
Is talk of the town.

Your quick to the draw
Your hands are so fast,
Juggling all of that air
That gets in your draft.

Now for the big finish
The end of my show,
Now where in the World
Did that wild lion go.


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