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[Balloon Clown]I wanted to write a funny, to bring a smile or two,
About a man with rubber knees, a clown with face of blue.
Who brought his brand of humor, to kids around the town,
Who made them laugh, squeal with delight, to see the man fall down.

With floppy shoes and baggy pants, a mop head for his hair,
Who squeezed into a tiny car, who balanced on a chair.
A man whose heart was filled with love, for every girl and boy,
Who brought them more than candy canes, a man who brought them joy.

I never wrote of clowns before, I never thought them funny,
But I never smiled till I was nine, my life was less than sunny.
But it matters not what I may feel, it's kids who count the most,
So when they come to visit me, I'll be the perfect host.

I'll don the clothes and paint my face, and put on floppy shoes,
I'll run around, and I'll fall down, and help them chase the blues.
I'll make them laugh, I'll make them smile, I'll fill their hearts with glee,
For children need to laugh a lot, or they'll be clowns like me.

For inside of every clown, you see, there's someone filled with fear,
That someday when the greasepaint's gone, someone will see the tear.
The tiny tear, we all paint on, in clown face as we hide,
So no one knows the hurt we feel, buried deep inside.

Clowns are a funny lot, we are, we have a job to do,
We HAVE to make you love us, even if our face is blue.
But blue it is, or red or green, we'll play our funny part,
So no one will suspect that clowns, just hide a broken heart.

So next time that you see a clown, look behind the face,
And know that while he makes you laugh, he's in another place.
He's gone to that great circus, where every face is blue,
Where everyone wears baggy pants, and every heart is true.

By...... Marv Hardin

[Fanny and Her Clowns]
Before "Smokey The Bear"
took over Fanny's job
as Miss Fire Check.

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