The season scarcely started, there was call for labor setting up the carnival. Two days out of secondary found me first in line and waiting with the other green help, for a grizzled veteran of three-score looking down his crooked nose at this year’s offerings. I bluffed my way inside, loquaciousness alone earning a post inside the ten-in-one, where I was shortly stunned

By the fire-eater’s daughter, practicing her father’s deadly livelihood. She wraps her lips around the flame, a seraph dancing on the stage, and I am all undone. Oh, Jennilee! To hear you speak my name, I’d sever ties to kith and kin. I am yours alone. We’ll take to the open road, this show my only home.

They called me roustabout and forty-miler. They bet I’d disappear once out of sight of town, but when the wagons made the jump, I swear I never looked back once. My eyes were fixed on you. I make my scratch inventing lectures. I am the favorite inside talker for the sideshow crowd. So why does that silver tongue abandon me, my oratory talents nowhere to be found, whenever you’re around?

Oh, lovely fire-eater’s daughter, practicing your father’s deadly livelihood… You wrap your lips around the flame, a seraph dancing on the stage, and I am all undone. Sweet Jennilee, to kiss that burning mouth I would forget my very name. I am yours alone. We’ll take to the open road, this show my only home.