Ill tell you tory of Cloony the Clown

    came town.

    oo big and  oo small,

    But  , just  funny at all.

    rombone to play loud silly tunes,

    housand balloons.

    all,

    But  , just  funny at all.

    And every time rick,

    Everyone felt a little sick.

    And every time old a joke,

    Folks sigs were broke.

    And every time  a shoe,

    Everyone looked awfully blue.

    And every time ood on his head,

    Everyone screamed, quot;Go back to bed!quot;

    And every time he made a leap,

    Everybody fell asleep.

    And every time e ie,

    Everyone began to cry.

    And Cloony could not make any money

    Simply because  funny.

    One day ;Ill tell town

    feels to be an unfunny clo;

    And old them all why he looked so sad,

    And old t so bad.

    old of Pain and Rain and Cold,

    old of Darkness in his soul,

    And after ale of woe,

    Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,

    til trees

    it;; and quot;;

    th howls and yowls and shrieks,

    they laughed all week,

    til t,

    til ts split.

    ter spread for miles around

    to every city, every town,

    Over mountains, cross the sea,

    From Saint tropez to Mun San Nee.

    And soon ter,

    Lasting till forever after,

    ood in tent,

    it.

    And ;t IS NOt  I MEANt -

    IM FUNNY JUSt BY ACCIDENt.quot;

    And wside.

    Cloony t down and cried.

    ting;

    ts so nice.

    ting;

    Id done it twice.

    ting;

    It sounded nice.

    I wore roller-

    t ice.

    Danny ODare, the dancin bear,

    Ran ay Fair,

    Ran rigo my back stair

    And t here.

    arted jumpin and skippin and kickin,

    he Funky Chicken,

    ,

    o a pretzel like this.

    terbug,

    he Bunny hug.

    z and the Boogaloo,

    oo.

    ata,

    and ter.

    And now hes down upon one knee,

    Bowin oh so charmingly,

    And s easy to see

    Danny ODare s to dance h me.

    how many slams in an old screen door?

    Depends  it.

    how many slices in a bread?

    Depends  it.

    how much good inside a day?

    Depends how good you live em.

    how much love inside a friend?

    Depends how much you give em.

    Buy Seins Poetry

    I am ing these poems

    From inside a lion,

    And its rather dark in here.

    So please excuse ting

    be too clear.

    But ternoon by the lions cage

    Im afraid I got too near.

    And Im ing these lines

    From inside a lion,

    And its rather dark in here.