THE. CIRCUS.

T'was in the Christmas holidays,
The ground was white with snow,
When we all went to Astley’s, |

And sat in the front row.

Oh dear! the wondrous sights we saw!
A clown baked in a pie,

A boy who jumped right through a hoop,
Whilst round his horse did fly.

I think if I may choose my trade,
When I am older grown,

I'd like above all other things,
At Astley’s to be clown.