Circus

Commy come and help us,
For we seem to have gone aground.
We've left our brand new quantpole
In some sticky mud we found.
Our engine is broken,
And we've also torn a sail.
What's more we are sinking,
And the bilge boy, he won't bail.
So to you we're pleading,
Would you come and tow us free,
Not only are we hungry,
But we know it's mince for tea.