The carnival came
All flashing light and flame
And burst their firework
Of music into the night
The faux indians gyrated
The proper yokels
Did impressions of Hollywood
It is smart culture
Do not bring in the outside world to view
But bring it in with a distinct hue
One which when titrated through
The stockings of your mother
Or the vicar's pews
One which you see in your
Somerset gown, Somerset eyes
We'll consume it like a local
The carnival leaves town
Their lights are off
Unanimated
Just the skeleton remains
All the entertainment drained
Off to the next town
Like a pig slaughter
Like the prostitutes
These entertainers
Who stand up and are the travelling show
The dazzling glow
In the mid of winter
In the confluence of all their work
Like a theatre troupe
They make an event
A standing show
In those moments they are famous
They carry the culture of the world in tow
And bring it to the sons and daughter
And for whom these dancing figures
Could be the real McCoy for all they know
