Once upon a time there was a clown
red-nosed and polkadots on his trousers
He made smiley faces for anyone who was down
and brought young and old out of their houses
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But one day out of the blue
when the sky was a clear as a whistle
Something heavy dropped on his big shoe
misery among his fans began to sizzle. |
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A perky fellow indeed he was
strong and healthy like a little piglet
Sad faces were his duty and his boss,
he made sunshine out of sorrows and regrets |
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He, who had been balanced like a checkbook
Turned from piglet to crispy bacon;
From red-nosed to darkened crook,
his face turned into a vanishing beacon |
By lunch there was a rumor around the slammer
No guard could keep the talking down
Our friend he just kept on like a hammer
because he was at heart still a clown. |
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A passing guard heard him humming
– thought he saw a nightingale.
Another asked “what is that drumming?”
Was someone making his way out of jail? |