~ December-Twenty-Five…
He swayed left from right and jumped up and down,
He had a mask put on and wore a colourful gown,
He made everyone laugh; it would be always a piece of fun,
He was a short height miniature smaller then than a gun,
He acted like a fool as he had to make his living,
He kept all his pain and smiles, he was always giving,
Sometimes on a horse or on a sleigh he would stand,
Sit he would sit, laugh he would laugh, he followed all the commands,
He was almost fifty two and his birthday was on twenty-fifth-december,
And he had his pretty corner to cry as no one cared to remember,
He was born on a Monday and the day was christmas,
Well, he was a loner all his life and never made no fuss,
His mother left him when he was born, new and alive at Six-Forty Five,
The circus opens in the morning at ten, someone just screamed where the hell is Uncle Ben,
Its morning, the time is six-forty-five; alone in his tent he breathed his final sigh,
And, the banner outside his tent just read; welcome its December-twenty-five…
