Sometimes my secret admirers
Are far too secret for me.
Where are the clowns and flatterers?
Admission here is free!
The tent is up, the rope is taut,
The trapeze awaits intrepid hands;
What fancies will fill full this eve?
What trysts have been fore-planned?
Don your makeup; join the masque;
Espouse the revelry!
Harlequin—spin, love, spin!—
And merry we shall be!