A new circus in town,
But is it new?
Or have you just not seen it before?

On this field of grass,
Nineteen years it stands.

In this cirus a bear sits,
In it's cage.

Born in captivity,
Will die in captivity.

"Entertain"
They say.

"Dance"
They say.

Poking it with a stick everyday,
Laughing at it's pain.

Red from scratches,
It never sleeps.

Never lets it's guard down.

Every night it prays,
To fall alseep,
And never wake up again.