John Patrick Robbins
Needs to come home
But he is
Lost in the wilderness

Alone he doth roam

Come join with me
Come take my hand
We need him back
Let’s make a stand

Eliot …. Please I beg of you
Do not bade this fool adieu
He makes us laugh
He makes us cry

Set out your rules
He will comply

Just bring him home
Where he belongs
United we can
Sing his songs

Songs of love
Songs of woe
Songs of joy
Songs of
Hello

This man is such a splendid chap
Lost forever
Quick … Fetch the map
I’ll set out now
Hunt him down
Return to us

OUR   BELOVED   CLOWN