Location: Your grandma's shelf
|Clowns, clowns, they make me smile.
And yet they scare me all the while.
Why do I fear you, why are you fun?
Perhaps its not you who is the crazy one.
I like your paint, and your outfits too,
Your wigs that stick to your heads like glue.
But as much as I love your funny act,
I fear you, and from you I retract.
Why, oh why are you so much fun?
Why from you do I want to run?
I may not know, not now, not ever.
But I find you all so intriguingly clever.