A circus came with wondrous bent
Yet amidst the folly and cheer
A fire consumed the sideshow tent
And thus, Charlie Barker, lost dear

Burnt to ash died the luckless gent
As he tried to salvage his gear
To the realm beyond he was sent
Though some nights he comes back right here

With form but a shadowy hint
On a moon filled night you might peer
His ghost appears to do a stint
If you listen, three tales you’ll hear

But be wary of wonderment
Or you might be shedding a tear
If trapped inside the fiery tent
Flaps closed and you didn’t get clear

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