The Little Clown
There is a little clown,
He hangs upon my wall.
His hat is gold, and
On its tip hangs a red puffball.
His face is pink,
His eyes are blue.
When looked at,
He will smile at you.
His eyes so wide,
His nose so red.
A tuft of red hair,
Sits upon his head.
When the wind blows,
His bell will ring.
When your eyes meet,
Your heart will sing.
© Crystal Middlemas
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