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!