Before my life was spent the same
looking for the one and only,

booking travels for myself,
and putting on display

my looks and manners
my books and banners
- like some circus on its way;

but instead of one I found Al Lone,
he was a clown from out of town,
and Lone Ly was his other name:

Turned into such I learned so much
from both of them, unusual men!

Al said to me:

When I am Ly,
I tell a lie

I curse my fears!

My courage goes outside the tent
never to return in years!

Putting on a show you know!

So if your clown explains:
If your clown persists:

"In this life all Lone, says Ly,
I laugh at all my jokes now I...
nurse myself when I am sick

I lay my bed when it gets late,
embrace myself when I am sad
with Pathos and with Strokes
(two horses in a circus cage),

this is how my life now looks,
acting wife and husband both

He blames himself when she is mad,
She shames herself when he is bad";

so if your clown insists

to even cry with actual tears
the moment when he dies on stage

- you KNOW that he is Ly-ing!