The Clown

The clown 's nose is big and red To reach the mass's mind he tiptoes He lies down on his waterbed The beach leaks , I hear the noise of the water passing underneath ;he fled the lies ain't white but the brown toys we are the ted bears, silently within we bled the clown's deliberatly to chose the best audience who would clap to him, as the growing Pinoccio nose became a dwelling to the little birds who rap his lies,swelling the number of birds who lose their voice to sing, the wing to flap the nose regularly grows the spring is to come , the woody nose would chap