The Greatest Circus Clown
He shuffled in. He wore a frown.
This lone stranger was new in town,
but his teeth were straight, and his aim was true,
and he had a hole in his head that birds went through,
and I would put all my money down,
that, everywhere, the world around,
he'll be the greatest circus clown.
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