The telegram says you have gone away
And left our bankrupt circus on its town;
There is nothing more for me to say.
 
The maestro gives the singing birds their pay
And they buy tickets for the tropic zone;
The telegram says you have gone away.
 
The clever wolly dogs have had their day
They shoot the dice for one remaining bone;
There is nothing more for me to say.
 
The lion and the tigers turn to clay
And Jumbo sadly trumpets into stone;
The telegram says you have gone away.
 
The morbid cobra’s wits have run astray;
He rents his poisons out by telegram;
There is nothing more for me to say.
 
The colored tenst all topple in the bay;
The magic sawdust writes: address unknown.
The telegram says you have gone away;
There is nothing more for me to say.

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