The story of loneliness his eyes sadly told
And his shoes were pretentious and old

His jacket and pants appeared threadbare and torn
His little black hat was all tattered and worn

The smile on his face was turned upside down
At rest in its place was a frown

His tender devotion so quietly told
By a friendship much purer than gold

The strings to her heart he always will hold
For the love of a clown can never be told