Walter Martin - Calder's Circus lyrics

[Verse 1] Alexander, no one knows How the red gets on the rose But Alexander, we imitate Recreate and approximate [Chorus 1] Take out your whistle and give it a blow Mesdames et messieurs, let's start the show Bent down on your creaky knees You bring to life the flying trapeze [Verse 2] Alexander, life looks good In wire cloth and wood [Chorus 2] The bowlegged horse wins the carriage race If the lions get loose they'll wreck the place A magic scene made of rusty junk That packs into the master's trunk [Verse 3] Alexander, life's divine And the tightrope's made of twine