The Remarkable Market in Pinkerton Square

The remarkable market in Pinkerton Square
Keeps its doors always open, but it’s not always there
To stumble upon it is purely by luck
In the shadows it lingers, and from humans it ducks

The strangest concoctions await you inside
If your mind remains open, its doors will be wide
One day I did find it for I had the key
I’ll tell you the things of which I did see:

There were large glass containers with green jellied snout
And old ancient eggs, guaranteed to cure gout
A newfangled poultice to put on your feet
That keeps your toes wiggly and smelling quite sweet

Red spices and sauces from lands far away
With sweetmeats and pastries…oh, what a great day!
Sweet, candied pigs’ ears and spiders to fry
All half off that day…good gosh, what a buy!

Something odd then occurred when I called for the clerk
For a man soon appeared in a bright yellow shirt
A large floppy hat sat upon his bald head
I was soon overcome with a feeling of dread

And who might you be? Said the man with a twitch
I don’t know your face. Say, are you not a witch?
I exclaimed I was not, then just as I’d feared
He threw up his hands and store disappeared?

My advice is quite simple, and I ‘m sure you’ll agree
When you’re out about shopping and suddenly see
A strange market with jars filled with goat’s eyes and bats
And a clerk dressed in yellow, conversing with cats

Just remember the reason you see what’s not there
When your mind remains open, you’ll see what is rare