Tell the Clown Weasel
You should tell the clown weasel, the other girls said.
I had seen him before, but he looked daffy in his head.
He wears a diamond triangle clown suit and enormous red shoes.
I do not think I could, I admitted. He looks like rather weird news.
He is sage and wise, they told me. He has never steered us wrong.
A beautiful Indian woman who was nodding her head, wore a sarong.
He has an enormous talent for telling you what you could do.
He gives you a multitude of choices, several hints and some clues.
I sought out the weasel, even though I was not optimistic at all.
He gave me some ideas – some huge, others quite tiny and small.
He has such a fine brain, I stayed with him for a couple of hours.
My first impression had been ridiculous, he was full of smart powers.
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