Behind His Mask

His makeup is white and red, He makes me feel like I might wind up dead. His colorful silky suites and huge shoes, Being here gives me the blues. He holds balloons and candy, He tries to act all dandy. Inside he is a freak, With a terrifying evil streak. His eyes are red and full of death, Everyone says he's funny keep the faith. I see the knife he hides behind the stage, He is nothing but filled with rage. As kids go missing from all around, No one will listen to me in this town. The clown did it I start to scream, Then I'm told it's just a bad dream. I see his pointed sharp teeth, He fills me with nothing but grief. So next time the circus or fair is in town, Please stay away from the murderous clown.