Juggling the three balls on and on,

The juggler juggles day and night

When dawn rises and dusk goes down

Everyone gathers round and round

To watch the juggler constantly

Day and night till night strikes the day,

They watch the balls toss-up the air

And fall again to rise again

But the juggler suddenly stops

When they put in a new fourth ball

Because all they’ve ever worked on,

Each of the balls they’ve put their

Blood and sweat and tears and hopes;

All of them collapse.