The king is a monkey

The queen is a bear

The prince is an elephant

Balancing on a chair

The princesses are big cats

Of which there are two

Jumping in tandem

Through a flaming hoop

The jester is the ringmaster

And he calls my name

To present me to these fools

one and the same

I stand in the limelight

A thousand eyes on me

Somehow I’ll blunder through

— in a moment I’ll be free

I curtsy first to the crowd

And what follows is a hush

As I spin and drop a bow

To the offended royal flush

I know it immediately

I did something wrong

They kick me from the farce

And push me through the throng

I leave the Royal Circus

To the sound of a wail

To the tears of my parent:

“Oh - how could you fail?!”