Who
is a trip
But does not travel
Who is not hip
But makes you laugh?
Who is a ham
and does not gravel
Who doesn't give a damn
If his pants are whole or half
Who
is a riot
But not a crowd
Who stands alone
And laughs out loud?
He is my clown
No jokes for sale
Yet he shoots the breeze
A saga, a story, a tale
Fills
sails with air
He breaks the waves
Brings sadness down
Makes the sorrow freeze
He is your joy
Joker with flair
A big fat-footed boy
He is your clown