The Misfit Clown

[Verse]
Down in a circus by the county line,
There’s a clown named Tiny with a quirky design.
Tiny feet for tapping, but his hands, oh so wide,
He wished his limbs got along and would coincide.
[Verse 2]
His head’s just a lumpy, bald ol’ dome,
Kids point and giggle, make him feel so alone.
Mocked by their laughter, he’s trying to maintain,
But inside, oh lord, he's boiling with pain.
[Chorus]
Oh, Tiny the clown, with feet so small,
Hands like a giant, head like a ball.
He wishes for legs less like stilts,
And maybe some hair to soften his wilts.
But kids keep on laughing, making him frown,
Oh, Tiny, the misfit circus clown.
[Verse 3]
In his big red shoes, his tiny feet hide,
As he juggles and tumbles, trying to bide.
His anger’s a rising, just like his balloon,
Pondering the day he might leave this ol’ tune.
[Bridge]
One day he took a tumble, then a spill,
Lost his balance on that wobbly hill.
The kids roared with laughter, pointing in glee,
That’s when Tiny lost it, fell to his knee.
[Chorus]
Oh, Tiny the clown, with feet so small,
Hands like a giant, head like a ball.
He wishes for legs less like stilts,
And maybe some hair to soften his wilts.
But kids keep on laughing, making him frown,
Oh, Tiny, the misfit circus clown.