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
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