It was the night of his tenth birthday and, just like all other nights, Louis had crept down beside his mother in her bed. But this particular night she had grabbed him in his arm and pulled him back to his room. "You are not a kid anymore", she said when she closed the door behind her. When he was lying there, back in his own bed, with a blanket over his head trying to sleep, he heard a voice. "Louis".
He sat up and stared at the door at the end of the room. The room was completely dark apart from a small beam of light coming from the keyhole Something was moving outside, he could see the light shifting in the hole. Louis swallowed. "Who's there?" he asked with a whisper. "Loooouiiiisssss." Something hit the door and all his blood rushed to the top of his head. Mom, he thought. "Not mom Louis, it's me", someone replied and Louis heard a scraping sound against the door. Louis wanted to run, but he couldn't move. "Food, Louis. Food." More hitting on the door. Louis screamed. "Mom!"
Among the animals backstage At safe distance from the cage Two workers looked upon the beast This will be tough to say the least
Louis the tamer Remarkable man indeed With just one movement, a look or elusive sound He gets them right where he wants
It can't be done, he'll need a year There's not a chance he'll tame that bear You know that thing is pretty mean It was the biggest thing they'd seen
Louis the tamer He's such a peculiar man There is a saying That he can tame anything Even your unwilling wife
Looking like us But moving like them They listen, they nod They understand
If you come close You'll see it clear He listens, they speak He's one of them