The clown performed upon the stage
Amusing young and old
Their laughter echoed through the hall
And kept away the cold
As through the darkened streets it came
A wisp of wind with deadly aim
He played his part to great acclaim
With wonders to unfold
Attention turned toward song and dance
The comic carried on
And no one seemed to notice when his face grew tightly drawn
From centre stage the view was clear
It froze his smiling face with fear
As happens when the end is near
And all one's hope is gone
He played his very last request
Then fell upon the floor
A coupe-de-gras one final jest
It caused the crowd to roar
For no one seemed to understand or gave the clown a helping hand
It couldn't have been better planned
His fans cried out for more
The cold seeped in through ev-ry crack
It chilled down to the bone
A cam-ra flash a fade to black
Outside a siren's drone
Just then the doors flew open wide with medics rushing to his side
No matter how the clown had died
He didn't die alone
