Sid was a kid

Who was frightened of heights

And of crowds and loud bangs

And wild beasts and bright lights

Unfortunate, then,

That his childhood was spent

With a travelling circus

Beneath a big tent

And when it came time

To teach Sidney the trade

The poor kid turned green

Cos he was so afraid

They tried the trapeze,

But he kept falling down

And Sid was too somber

To make a good clown

He couldn’t tame lions

In case they might bite

Couldn’t sell treats

(The crowds gave him a fright)

Sid wasn’t cut out

To be part of the troop

His scaredy-cat ways

Kept him out of the loop

Dejected, he chose

To abandon his kin

And find some new place

Where he felt he fit in

So he packed up his trunk

Bid the circus goodbye

And faced the unknown

With a tear in his eye

He walked to a town

He’d not been to before

Where the children made fun

Of the odd clothes he wore

And the streets were a maze

And the people were mean

And nothing was easy

And nowhere was clean

But he soldiered on still

Determined to see

If there was someplace else

He was destined to be

He found a small nook

And a good little job

He even made friends

With a fellow called Bob

And for once in his life

Sid felt terribly brave

But he found, to his shock,

There was something he craved

The gasps of the crowd

When the acrobats soared

And the chills down his spine

When the bigcats roared

And he realised then

That he had to go back

So he said bye to Bob

And set off on the track

When he finally returned

The old troop were struck dumb

By just how courageous

Scared Sid had become

And just a year later

Sidney was renowned

For being the best

Trapeze artist around

He was happiest

Fifty feet up in the air

Skipping and flipping

Without heed or care

And the children would chant

And the papers would rave

About Sidney, the kid

Who was terribly brave