The Clowns' Parade

like a flowing river of colour they make their way ~ from every corner of the land ~ a rainbow spectrum of every shade and hue ~ a cocktail of greens and reds and yellows and blues ~ of pinks and purples, colours light and dark ~ the clowns are coming to town ~ with drum and flute and cymbal ~ booming, whistling, clashing ~ with laughter and song and cries of cheer ~ they come in their thousands, mingling and mixing ~ parading and performing ~ a riot of colour, a medley of sounds ~ here come the clowns to brighten our day ~ joyous and jostling they come our way ~ the town is alive with sights and sounds, the town is alight with sparkle and spangle ~ the clowns are here and there and everywhere

"Hullo, my friend, it's been a while, but you still have that cherry stuck to your nose. Your hair is still red, your chin too, there's white round your eyes, and you wear a black hat, there's nothing that's new! "Well, you're right about that, the hair, the paint, the cherry and the hat. I haven't changed, but neither have you, we're just as we were, we're clowns good and true!"