Failed At Earth Have To Re-Birth

Cleaning Clyde got to the other side Feeling sparkly with lots of pride Puffed up with zing Cleaning had been his thing Angels felt so sorry for Cleaning Clyde. Your mission the angels said in a kind way Was to learn how to open your mind and play You failed at Earth So you will have to re-birth. All that cleaning had made him lose his way. Cleaning Clyde did not understand. Nothing cleaner than his pots or pans. Washed and dusted And nothing rusted He stared down at his glove-covered hands The same mission the angels said in a gentle way Get down to earth, this time be a kid and play. Clyde was quite mad Angry and sad, Had to relive a lifetime for he had lost his way