When the joker comes out to play,
Do we not laugh with the crowds?
And when the clown is on the walkway,
Does joy not fly among the clouds?
It will rain on us on our days too dry,
When the hum of people runs out,
When we hear the sound of the battlecry,
We call our jokesters from his hideout.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
When the joker comes out to play,
Do we not laugh with the crowds?
And when the clown is on the walkway,
Does joy not fly among the clouds?
It will rain on us on our days too dry,
When the hum of people runs out,
When we hear the sound of the battlecry,
We call our jokesters from his hideout.