chubby patriotic Clown
Chubby patriot clown spun like a top.
I wish he would stop! I wish he would stop!
Why doesn’t he drop? Why doesn’t he drop?
This was said by my lazy uncle Cyclop.
He’s doing okay, grandma interjected.
She knew Uncle Cy was stuck up and affected.
Chubby patriot clown showed off his red, white and blue.
If you were a clown, wouldn’t you too?
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