Movement's the magic that centers this show. If cast well, crowds will grow. Under a tent that's sure to be high, swingers of hoops and shifters fly by. They'll flip their heads, then land like a feather, without using rope or even a tether. Fantastic are they, these bowers who dance; twirling up right and taking that chance. Using colors and smells, sounds and light, they enchant our spirits with pure delight. Hearts will race as the circle's lit; the cyclist's bound to be a big hit. There's much to see and your eyes go walking. Look for the spot where the top hat is talking.
What am I referring to?
I gave you a clue!
"If I shoot at the sun, I may hit a star."
~ P.T. Barnum