But the best drawing card is the Wrestler huge and hard,
Who can fill the tent at any time of year.
His eye is on the crowd, and he beckons with his hand,
With authoritative finger, and they come.
The rules of the game they do not understand,
But they go as in a dream, and are dumb.
They would fain say him nay, and they look the other way,
Till at last to the ropes they cling.
But he throws them one by one till the show for them is done,
In the blood-red dust of the ring.