Barnaby last laugh

Why do grown ups think kids like clowns.... nobody likes em.... Old "Barnaby the Bumbling" stepped into the ring,A polyester nightmare, a truly ghastly thing.He pulled poor Arthur’s trousers down and gave his nose a tweak,Then sprayed us with some seltzer ‘til we couldn’t even speak.He thought he was a riot, the pinnacle of wit,To mock a group of toddlers and act a bloody git.He called us "little snowflakes" and laughed until he shook,But Barnaby, dear Barnaby, didn’t give us a proper look. Oh, Bozo went a-walking, but he won’t be walking back,We didn’t like his fashion sense, we didn’t like his quack.The greasepaint’s in the gutter and the wig is in the bin,It’s awfully hard to tell a joke without a chin! "He thought we were just toys... little dolls for him to kick around. But even dolls have teeth if you look closely enough. And Barnaby? He didn't notice the locks on the dressing room door until it was far, far too late." "Oops, mind the saw, Nigel." He tried to make a balloon dog, but we preferred a kite,So we took his oversized suspenders and pulled them rather tight.He looked so very charming swinging from the trapeze wire,Until the candy floss machine caught a little fire.He begged for some forgiveness, he even tried to cry,But sarcasm is a virtue that the circus cannot buy."Is it funny yet?" asked Penelope, while sharpening a spoon,As we tied his heavy ankles to a giant red balloon. "You should have seen his face when the balloon started to drift. He tried to honk his nose for help, but it just made a sad, squeaky sound. A bit like a mouse in a blender. We didn't laugh though... we're far too polite for that." Oh, Bozo went a-walking, but he won’t be walking back,We didn’t like his fashion sense, we didn’t like his quack.The greasepaint’s in the gutter and the wig is in the bin,It’s awfully hard to tell a joke without a chin! "Has anyone seen the clown? We looked everywhere... but all we found was a pile of glitter and a very sour smell. Cheerio, Barnaby!"