The Clown with a Frown
Mr Brown longed to be a clown,
but Mr brown he had a frown,
so every circus turned him down.
Even his smile was upside down;
you look too sad, said Mrs Brown
for you to ever be a clown;
you'll scare the kids with that mean frown.
I'll wear a hat upon my crown
and baggy pants, said Mr Brown,
tell funny jokes, bring the house down;
fall down, jump up, again fall down
I'll be the tops, talk of the town.
Calm down, calm down, said Mrs Brown
you'll never ever be a clown
with your sad, scowling, scary frown.
I read in paper of renown
of a mortician's job in town
a fitting job for man with frown;
so let us have, said Mrs Brown
no more nonsense about a clown.
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