“The Crew”

As we arrive
Our vehicles in a row
TZ starts to holler
Telling us where to go
Just as we park
Within our assigned space
We race against time
Putting the tent
Within its place

No rest when we are done
The show must go on
Time to sell our trinkets
Time to sell our fare
As our patrons leave
The next line forms
As we close down the tent at ten
We realize at eight its call again

As we depart
Our vehicles in a row
TZ starts to holler
Over the CB with where to go
One road turns into another
One place onto the next
Everyone in their place
No time to rest
We start all over again.