Like the vampire trying to
escape the sun
I find myself on the run
Running from this frown
that's trying to pull me down
So I adjust my attitude
to bring up my clown
My clown kind of loses touch
gets to laughing too much
He really doesn't need a crutch
So on him I lean
as my attitude tries to
shift to ugly and mean
Yesterday becomes the
smile I seen
As I try to regroup
the wolf gets closer to
the chicken coup
I see him coming
If the big bad wolf gets in
the results will be numbing
The chickens and I know
once the wolfs in
he will not want to go
Guarding the door of the coup
my clown starts his show
My clowns act will go on
for hours
The big bad wolfs taste buds
soon sours
so he goes on and eats flowers
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