The Cooper And Bailey Great London Circus

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In 1876

The Cooper & Bailey Great London Circus

Sailing from Tasmania to Australia 
 
Suffered Grievous Injuries 

During a Storm of Singular Magnitude 

 
The Rhinoceros and the Lion 
 
And The Alligator and The Silver Fox
 
And The Tattooed Mule and The Imitation

Penguin and The Whitewashed Elephant
 
Were Among those Drowned
 
In The Bubbling Pacific
 

Cunning James Bailey

Had The Waterlogged Giraffe

Stuffed by A Gentleman in Sydney

Its Head Equipped with A Device

That Made It Nod Slow and Regularly

Wily Bailey

Showed The Beast in A Darkened Cage
 
And It Appeared to Be Alive Which Made

The Australian People
 
Very Very Happy
 
And So They Remain to This Day 

A Grand Triumph for The Grand Bailey

Mourner of Rhino Fisher of Lion

Resurrector Of  Giraffe

The Bold and Businesslike Bailey

Who Gave The People What They Wanted
 
 
This Has Been A Demanding Quarter

For Your Company    Sales Decreased 14 
 
Percent over The Corresponding Period

A Year Ago     Nevertheless

We Are Pleased To Tell You That

Net Earnings (There Was A Fire 

In Ohio In Which Several Clowns

Burned Up)  More Than Held Their Own
 
Hold Your Own   Hold Her Own

   Hold His Own    Nod Your Head

 
Robert Hershon
 
Happy New Year
 

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