Dancing Bear

Written by：John Phillips

I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep

All black from head to foot

From climbing in them chimneys

And cleaning out that soot

With a broom and ladder and nail

The darkened walls I scale

And far and high

I see a patch of sky

I'd rather be the gypsy

Who's camped aat the edge of town

The one who has the dancing bear

That follows him around

And he lifts his big foot up

He puts his big foot down

Then bows then twirls

Then dances round and round

I found I was a cabin boy

Last night as I did dream

Bound aboard a magic ship

For a land I'd never seen

And the moon she filled our sails

And the stars they steered our course

And on our bow

There was a golden horse

The queen eats fruit and candy

The bishop nuts and cheese

And when I am a grown man

I'll taste just what I please

The honey from the bee

The shellfish from the sea

The earth the wind a girl

Someone to share these things with me

I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep

All black from head to foot

From climbing in them chimneys

And cleaning out that soot

I'd rather be the gypsy

Who's camped aat the edge of town

The one who has the dancing bear

That follows him around