Can You Reinvent Yourself
I wanted to be a happy clown, Happy lamented to me.
His partners Two-fer and DotBear were dour and down.,
Nothing was uplifting about their situation that I could see.
Can’t you reinvent yourself, become a new kind of clown?
Happy stared at me with the wisdom of a living man.
Two-fer is my roommate, and DotBear is my friend.
I quickly gave the others a glance and instant scan.
They are determined to be sad, they simply will not bend.
Could there be two sad clowns and a really joyful one too?
Happy considered this idea but then tossed it swiftly away.
How can I be happy when my friends are dour, down and blue?
Feeling sad for them all, I told them to have a happy downward day.
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