Note: The original book from which this E-text is taken consisted of 4 lines of verse at the bottom of colored illustrations of the circus procession. The leaves were mounted on boards and joined together in an accordion-fold format which, fully extended, was 372 cm (146 inches, roughly 12 feet) in length.



THE CIRCUS PROCESSION



Open the gates, and draw the curtain, Here comes something fine, that's certain; Louder the band begins to play, Open the gates, and clear the way!

Enters a Queen with a King beside her; Every horse is proud of his rider; Two by two they march to the tune, And head the procession that will follow soon.

Men in livery, in their places, Make the gay steeds keep their paces, Soothing down their wildest fears At the rising shouts and cheers.

Jocko, in these sports a sharer, Acts the part of a standard-bearer, While behind him soldiers gay Bugle notes of victory play.

Now a Clown in line appearing With a tandem, swells the cheering; Standing on his Horse's back Thus he guides them round the track.

On a Donkey rides another, Quite as funny as his brother, Blowing bugle notes so loud, He astonishes the crowd.

Here's another Clown arriving, In a chariot he is driving; Like a noble Roman drest, Lo, he guides three steeds abreast!

Nimble little Monkey, Tony, Rides along upon a pony, Followed by a stupid Clown, Who thinks the rain is pouring down.

Here's a creature, young and slender, Drest in robes of dazzling splendor, In a chariot decked with gold;— She's the Fairy Queen I'm told.

Close behind her two enormous Elephants, first-rate performers, Stalk along with heavy tread, Sending on their trunks ahead.

Here is something very funny, Surely worth the entrance money; At the sight what laughter peals!— 'Tis an Elephant on wheels!

Close behind him a relation, In a state of perspiration, Dons his specs, and wields his fan Just like any gentleman.

Here is Jumbo, gentle creature, Kindness shown in every feature; On his back the children are, Safe as in a jaunting car.

Shetland ponies—small and stocky— Each one mounted by a jockey— March 'twixt Elephants and Giraffes; 'Tis no wonder Towser laughs.

Hark, the trumpet loudly pealing Knocks the plaster from the ceiling, As there marches on the course The Jumbos of the police-force.

Clowns, and Dogs with queer expression Have their place in this procession; And 'tis hard for dogs, I know, On their two hind legs to go.

Who are these with courtly manners Bearing lofty poles and banners? Faithfully they represent Followers of the tournament.

Next a line of pretty pages Our attention close engages; The Chinese Giant in the rear Making them like dwarfs appear.

Here's a funny turnout, surely, With an Ostrich lashed securely To a coach, Zenobia shares! And well the bird the burden bears!

Goats upon the mountains ramble, And in harness sometimes amble; But a tandem-team like this, Is a sight you should not miss.

Through the desert Camels travel, Speeding o'er the sand and gravel, Bearing heavy burdens too, Which in our land they could not do.

Here the roads are rough and stony; And the Camel's back's so bony, None but Clowns would dare to go On them, with the Circus Show.

Goodness gracious! Did you ever? Here are harnessed up quite clever Two Giraffes! The whip they heed; Nor venture at a break-neck speed.

A Soldier comes! On stilts he's stalking! Back of him a Dude is walking, Either side of him a friend As you can see;—AND THAT'S THE END!