(Original composed by Watus Robles Solis, written April 25, 1990. Dedicated to all the people of Pozorrubio, Pangasinan. )
Circus! Glorious circus! Everybody loves a circus! Behold the spectacle and the glitter That was circus! (And the siren sounded off).
The audience watched in awe, the circus Where harlequins faint and cry, And jokers wait their cues As thieves in the dark. Mesmerized The cobra danced in the ashes, Eyes glistening blanky, tongue darting Like a ventriloquist’s puppet With no thoughts of it’s own. (And the siren keep sounding off).
They clapped and danced merrily! Pierrots of the center stage. Secretly they grinned from ear to ear Like the clown with that forlorn face And the king who washes his hands, Playing safe, acting cool In his throne soon to be washed out. (And the siren kept sounding off).
Like fireflies in the night, The show sparkled from a distance A thousand and one lights of magic and trance, Then, The breeze of summer blew Like a tongue of fire ravaging Memories of existence into dust. And the farce ended, smoke filling The morning mist with soot and tears… (And the siren did nothing but sounded off).
Original composed by Watus Robles Solis, written April 25, 1990. Dedicated to all the people of Pozorrubio, Pangasinan.