the western gate King Cole retired; And, as he ceased, the vans no longer shone, The bright procession dimmed like lamps expired; Again with muddy vans and horses tired, And artists cross and women out of luck, The sodden circus plodded through the muck. The crowd of following children loitered home; Maids shut the windows lest more rain should come; The circus left the streets of flowers and flags, King Cole walked with it, huddling in his rags. They reached the western gate and sought to pass.  "Take back this frowsy show to where it was," The sergeant of the gateway-sentry cried; "You know quite well you cannot pass outside." 

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The Showman:

But we were told to pass here, by the guard.

[Pg 40]The Sergeant:

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Here are the printed orders on the card.

No traffic, you can read. Clear out.

The Showman:

But where?

The Sergeant:

Where you're not kicked from, or there's room to spare.

Go back and out of town the way you came.

The Showman:

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