The spicy smell of bratwurst hangs in the air,

come one and call to the fair.

Where family memories can be made,

and all your worries shall fade.

An event full of history,

My mouth waters,

as I look at the food-

bread, sausage, and beef that has been stewed.

A man stumbles around with a pumpkin atop his head,

a painter named Fred,

dabs a childs face with black, yelow, and red.

A fair so full of magic.

If you miss it,

it woud be such tragic.