THE BROWNIES' CIRCUS.
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One night the circus was in town With tumbling men and painted clown, And Brownies came from forest deep Around the tent to climb and creep, And through the canvas, as they might Of inner movements gain a sight.
Said one, "A chance we'll hardly find That better suits the Brownie mind; To-night when all this great array Of people take their homeward way, We'll promptly make a swift descent And take possession of the tent, And here, till morning light is shown, We'll have a circus of our own."
"I best," cried one, "of all the band The elephant can take in hand; I noticed how they led him round And marked the place he may be found; On me you may depend to keep The monster harmless as a sheep." The laughing crowd that filled the place, Had hardly homeward turned its face, Before the eager waiting band Took full possession as they planned, And 'round they scampered left and right
To see what offered most delight. Cried one, "If I can only find The whip, I'll have a happy mind;
For I'll be master of the ring And keep the horses on the spring, Announce the names of those who ride, And snap the whip on every side." Another said, "I'll be a clown; I saw the way they tumble down, And how the cunning rogues contrive To always keep the fun alive."
With such remarks away they went At this or that around the tent; The wire that not an hour before The Japanese had traveled o'er From end to end with careful stride, Was hunted up and quickly tried. Not one alone upon it stepped, But up by twos and threes they crept, Until the strand appeared to bear No less than half the Brownies there. Some showed an easy, graceful pose, But some put little faith in toes, And thought that fingers, after all, Are best if one begins to fall. When weary of a sport they grew, Away to other tricks they flew. They rode upon the rolling ball Without regard to slip or fall; Both up and down the steep incline They kept their place, with balance fine, Until it bounded from the road, And whirled away without its load. They galloped 'round the dusty ring Without a saddle, strap or string, And jumped through hoops both large and small, And over banners, poles and all. In time the elephant was found And held as though in fetters bound; Their mystic power controlled the beast,— He seemed afraid to move the least, But filled with wonder, limp and lax, He stood and trembled in his tracks, While all the band from first to last Across his back in order passed.
So thus they saw the moments fly Till dawn began to paint the sky; And then by every flap and tear They made their way to open air, And off through lanes and alleys passed To reach their hiding-place at last.