The Menagerie

Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 14, 17 October 1930, Page 32

The Menagerie

TH Show drums boom, the Showman bawls Into the tent with its windy walls, Into the rank and tainted air, Come the careless, curious crowds to stare. Here behind sturdy bolts and bars, Caged forever from wind and stars, With hate and fear in their amber eyes, Pace things of the wild and the open skies. The mangy lion snarls and slinks, Perhaps in his own dim way he thinks Of tireless limbs and fearless might And shimmering wastes of the tropic night. Over the blur of form and face The tiger stares nto haunted space, The piteous ape in his squalid den Serves for the laughter of thoughtless men, The wolf in a sullen stupor lies, Dim are the chained eagle’s eyes. But the Show drums beat, the Showman bawls, And into the tent with tts windy walls, Into the rank and tainted ar, Come the careless, curious crowds to stare.

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