... And She Loved A Boy Very,

One Day He Said, "i'll Tell This Town How It Feels To Be An Unfunny Clown." And He Told Them All Why He Looked So Sad, And He Told Them All Why He Felt So Bad. He Told Of Pain And Rain And Cold, He Told Of Darkness In His Soul, And After He Finished His Tale Of Woe, Did Everyone Cry? Oh No, No, No, They Laughed Until They Shook The Trees... And While The World Laughed Outside. Cloony The Clown Sat Down And Cried.

I Opened My Eyes And Looked Up At The Rain, And It Dripped In My Head And Flowed Into My Brain, And All That I Hear As I Lie In My Bed Is The Slishity-slosh Of The Rain In My Head. I Step Very Softly, I Walk Very Slow, I Can't Do A Handstand-- I Might Overflow, So Pardon The Wild Crazy Thing I Just Said-- I'm Just Not The Same Since There's Rain In My Head.

I Can Be Someone's And Still Be My Own.

I Made Myself A Snowball As Perfect As Can Be. I Thought I'd Keep It As A Pet, And Let It Sleep With Me. I Made It Some Pajamas And A Pillow For It's Head. Then Last Night It Ran Away, But First - It Wet The Bed.

And The Tree Was Happy