A lever yet

no clever bet

Had ever beaten

at the end

For timing was a bitch

when trying within an inch

to ring the bell

above their head

Hawkers and gawkers

Charms and bustles

Roadies and toadies

and blokes showing muscle

Strolling in the summer breeze

Stinking air perfumed over

tykes a bouncin' on a ball of steam and

crowds waitin' on the Clockwork Coaster

Cream like ice from cold steel

tasted nice on a day so hot

Bets were played as laid before a wheel

and nuclear steam dogs hit the spot

A chap without a cap sat ignoring the pain

of the clockwork needle sketching ink on his skull

All the town seemed so joyfully insane

over the arrival of the Steampunk carnival