A DYING CHILD
by Moe the Clown

I saw a twinkle in his eye
how strage for someone who soon
will die
Then a smile on his face
how strange for such a place
He laughed and giggled as I walked by
how strange for someone who soon
will die
For just a moment I can cure his ills
without the use of medicine or pills
How strange for someone who soon
will die
excuse me now, I think I'll cry.
Moe the Clown