It used to seize my feet
Where it had fashioned a gash.
I would never walk it slowly,
Fearful that I'd fall and splash.
And so therefore I'd run,
Never once looking down.
I quit for a while--got squeamish,
But my tights, no longer brown.

I am back on the high wire again.
To the floor I fell one time,
But hell, no pain no gain.
I am back on the high wire again.
Off that wire I walked me once--
Twenty-five joints broken.

I can dance a jig so handily,
Now I've got a plastic knee;
White pills have made me quite sprightly,
Back on the high wire again.

I used to be the best,
But my life flashed before me
As I dropped down to ground through air
To where net was supposed to be.
I find that when I'm flyin'
I will have a whole lot more fun
If my glide through space is done in
Some form of aviation.

But I'm back on the high wire again.
To the floor I fell one time;
These days I kill the pain
By tossing back some High Life and grain
Alcohol--I'm like a sponge,
And five joints I'm smokin'.

I can dance a jig so handily;
I stay on magnetically,
Feet held on by screws of Fe.*
Can't fall off high wire again.


*iron