CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Calder's Circus

Alexander, no one knows
How the red gets on the rose
But Alexander, we imitate
Recreate and approximate

Take out your whistle and give it a blow
Mesdames et messieurs, let's start the show
Bent down on your creaky knees
You bring to life the flying trapeze

Alexander, life looks good
In wire cloth and wood

The bowlegged horse wins the carriage race
If the lions get loose they'll wreck the place
A magic scene made of rusty junk
That packs into the master's trunk

Alexander, life's divine
And the tightrope's made of twine