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Rode to Clown Town
Into the dusk, as dark as night
And blessed unto that stone-cold light
The juxtaposition of the lone, stale honk
Red squeeze of nose upon white bronc

A neigh forbade, a sight filled passion
Gallop the abyss, a terrible fashion
Hooves of glory towards chortles, beware
Of that wracked joke horse's steely stare

For what day is long to bear a bronc so fierce
Lost many a herd to the jokes he pierced
Shrieked tears of rage and mourning galore
For loves he sent-crying-on the old stable floor

Honk Honk...