The lonely clown stares
He sees a wild bear
The bear is holding a honey pot
In his fur there is a spot
He then notices an empty glass
Behind the bear, it\'s protected
The clown looks down at the grass
An epiphany hits him, neglected
Neglected all his life
Unlike the empty glass
He sees himself as shattered glass
In his soul there is no life
After the night comes the day
And he wakes up at dawn
He goes to cut the lawn
Taken back by the grass
That in his nightmare was
One of his friends walks by
He greets him like nothing was
And then they say goodbye
The friend notices as he heads back
And tries to comfort his favorite clown
He answers back
And at the end, they get a snack