Gather ’round all,
come with me to the menagerie.
no, not a ménage à trois,
but bel et bien a collection of curiosities.
A harpy, a siren, a strongman
why, you might even find a bearded lady.
Oyez, oyez!
come closer, take a look
at the caged beauty
who’s forgotten herself;
she’s the magician’s monstrosity.
You will be awed, you will be repulsed,
No! Don’t stand too close.
alluring as she may be,
she’s waiting in bleak silence
’til you get close enough
for her talons to sink into your soul.
some fall in love,
she falls in angst.
Come one, come all!
if you’re ready and willing
to pay a pretty penny
for a glimpse inside
the realm of my nightmares.
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