Billy Joe Clown walked down the street.
Looking for a good treat to eat.

Billy Joe Clown walked all around.  
Not a single good treat, Billy Joe felt down.

But out of nowhere, came, something nice, and good.
Jeffrey Joe Child, a treat, eat it he absolutely should.

So Billy Joe Clown swooped right to the scene.
And tried his best, not to look mean.

Eyes open wide, he came to the peasant.
“Would you like a present?

Or a great big surprise?
Something served with fries?”

Billy Joe Clown said, as he smiled so wide.
“Why yes I would,” said the good child, who had nothing to hide.

And so with the quickness of a cat or a bear.
Billy Joe Clown took out a cleaver.

But the child didn’t care, so to his surprise.
He chopped up poor Jeffrey. And ate him with a Big Mac burger and fries.

Oh such a demise.
Oh such a surprise.

So if in the future, your a peasant or a pheasant.
And you hear these Clown words, “Do you want present?

Or a great big surprise?”
Run like the wind, before Joe chops you to size.

Cause he’s always out there and he’s never to die.
Chopping up children, and eating his fries.

Perhaps he’s out there right now,
Don’t ask me how.

Perhaps he’s spying on you.
Looks like Honey Boo Boo.

It wouldn’t be a surprise, to me or you.
For Jeffrey Joe Child read this poem, too.