And no-one saw the carny go  And the weeks flew by  Until they moved on the show  Leaving his caravan behind  It was parked out on the south east ridge  And as the company crossed the bridge  With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed  It shone, just so, upon the edge  Dog-boy, atlas, half-man, the geeks, the hired hands  There was not one among them that did not cas an eye behind  In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind  And the carny had a horse, all skin and bone  A bow-backed nag, that he named "sorrow"  How it is buried in a shallow grave  In the then parched meadow  And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch  And laying the nag's carcass in the ground  And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around  saying "The nag is dead Meat"  "We caint afford to carry dead weight"  The whole company standing about  Not making a sound  And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate  The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait"  And thean the rain came  Everybody running for their wagons  Tying all the canvas flaps down  The mangy cats crowling in ther cages  The bird-girl flapping and squawking around  The whole valley reeking of wet beast  Wet beast and rotten hay  Freak and brute creation  Packed up and on their way  The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind  Moses says to Noah "We shoulda dugga deepa one"  Their grizzled faces like dying moons  Still dirty from the digging done  And as the company passed from the valley  Into a higher ground  The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow  And on the mound  Until nothing was left, nothing at all  Except the body of sorrow  That rose in time  To float upon the surface of the eaten soil  And a murder of crows did circle round  First one, then the others flapping blackly down  And the carny's van still sat upon the edge  Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge  And the rain it hammered down  And no-one saw the carny go  I say it's funny how things go