Circus

We are the Harriers/Mallards/Kestrels who in Broadland dwell.
For just one week in every year.
Though why we come it's rather hard to tell,
In fact the reason's not quite clear.

Chorus:
But if you come with us on holiday
You'll find you spend most of your time.
In quanting on, in quanting off, in quanting on, in quanting off.
In quanting through the reeds and slime.
In quanting on, in quanting off, in quanting on, in quanting off.
In quanting through the reeds and slime.

We are the royal and ancient order.
No other Kestrel's genuine.
Look for the trade mark on the border.
Don't buy an imitation line.

But if you come...

But if with us you hope to learn to sail
Just get this first step clear in mind,
Because the wind is often apt to fail
You must not leave your quants behind.

But if with us you hope to learn to sail
You'll find we spend most of our time
In quanting...

Now you must never call a rope, a rope,
'Cos it's a halyard or a sheet.
And if you want your next of kin to mope
Just get it tangled round your feet!

And all the mourners at your funeral
Will find they spend most of their time.
In quanting...