In a colourful tent in the middle of the day,
Five little boys come out to play,
With fire and swords and ropes, oh my!
And magic that will surely deceive your eyes,
Show after show is performed together,
And night after night they bathe in each other's pleasure,
Until one day the die rolls and falls upon a five,
That leaves everyone clueless as to whether one still remains live,
And off they must go away from their play,
To a game treacherously evil or maybe joyfully gay,
But all is lost, to each plus one,
As there is only a single prize that each wishes to be won.