I hearing the music, br Sitting on the gallery benches br High above br With the head on the palm br Seeing the band of musicians, br The artistes at the nets br Doing the gymnastic skills. br br The joker on an ass whistling, br Working as the umpire of the comedian cricket teams, br The juggler with the hats, caps and balls juggling, br One two four, four two one br And the other pigmy jokers trying to break br The concentration br After having clapped and whistled, br Giving a thank you, br Trying to hand shake. br br Another tallest joker on a ramshackle bicycle br Caling it a British-time asset, br Preserved for so long, br trying to auction at a high price, br But the aprts falling down br When the other pigmy joker friends sit on the rear br Or in front of br And he trying to carry the load. br br Again, as a mechanic the main joker, the tallest one br Mending the bicycle br To strat for the homeward journey br And the other jokers whistling br For the bus to go, br Another showing the hand to get into. br br The man on the guitar, on the banjo, on the congo, br On the drums, the accordion br Giving the mussic br And forgetting my own, I enjoying the scenes and spectacles, br Even forgetful of the return journey.