Procol Harum'twas Tea-Time At The Circus

'Twas tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was there Through hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glare Of the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloak And though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joke 'Twas tea-time at the circus, though some might not agree As jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlessly But trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spoke And though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke
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