Clowns don't belong in the forest
And they don't belong in my pants
They don't belong in my pockets
They don't belong in any boxes or even space rockets
Clowns don't belong in McTronic's restaurants
and they don't belong in France,
now long non-existent
Except for my pants
And possibly your pants as well
They don't belong on this planet
and I suspect that they'd be
out-of-place outside of space and time
additionally too
Clowns don't belong most places
Because clowns don't belong, at all, any way.
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