(Tune: The Man on the Flying Trapeze)
We flew to our task with the greatest of ease,
Our circus would have a sturdy trapeze.
With hammer and nails and our Den Mother’s Care,
We thought we’d be able to fly through the air.
We’d finish the job for our circus fling,
But our trapeze was leaning, we hoped it would swing.
The pack was assembled and ready to go,
When our trapeze crashed down — the star of the show.
We didn’t float through the air with the greatest of ease,
There was no one on our flying trapeze.
No actions were graceful,
No one we could please,
Our trapeze came down with a boom!!!