I often to the circus go.
I know the lions there quite well.
I walk around and try to sell
�Popcorn! Popcorn! Get it hot!
Come get it now you fools! - Or not.�
(Since I have no food to sell,
I never manage very well.)
But anyway, last time I went,
A robber stole the circus tent!
I followed him in hot pursuit,
With a briefcase and a pinstriped suit.
(After all, only a berk
Would not dress up smart for work.)
I clobbered him with my umbrella.
He seemed such a lovely fella!
�I�m so sorry to trouble you.
I realise it was wrong to do.
I�ll turn myself in to the nearest PC,
And repay my debt to society.�
As he in the mud did lay,
I hit him twice and ran away.
Right then what I wanted most
Was to go and see the coast.
A captain crashed his oil tanker!
So I called him a bloomin� stupid person.
He didn�t take this very well,
And told me I could go to Alderney.
(For some reason, I thought this time
It�s better if it doesn�t rhyme.)
I�ll see you next time for, I�ll bet,
My biggest, best adventure yet!
