THE HYENA THAT WOULDN´T LAUGH
Once upon a time there was a circus
where everybody had a purpose;
the clowns made people laugh
and made little kids nervous.
The tamers tamed lions and tigers
and the big cats mauled the tamers;
the acrobats were bold and brave
(and often went to early graves)
The elephants were big and grey
as everybody would expect;
the people went and they would say
everything here is quite correct.
There was however, just one beast
that didn´t quite get the whole gist;
a hyena that just wouldn´t laugh
no matter how much they’d insist.
Entitled brats would hit the bars
of the hyena’s iron cage;
to hear a laugh they would demand
their faces red with childish rage.
The parents would the keepers call
and ask for them to tease the brute,
or somehow make it cackle so
their children’s anger could be soothed.
And they would probe, and poke and bribe,
with wooden sticks and meaty slabs;
the hyena still would remain mute
with melancholic v