A man was sitting on his own
The man was truly all alone
Gazing up right at the moon
Shining light into his room
.
When the moonlight hit his eye
The man, he couldn’t help but cry
Once the man began to sob
The man, he couldn’t even stop
.
For two weeks, the man, he cried
So much, that he nearly died
After that, quickly began
Him going to work again
.
When at work, the man was fun
Even though his tears had run
Across his face, down on his shirt
The man, he really was disturbed
.
‘Why, oh, why?’ the man, he squealed
Trying to keep his pain concealed
‘I must seek help; I must be treated!’
The man exclaimed, fairly defeated
.
Soon, he seeked a man named Cain
Who said he could fix the man again
Then Cain observed ‘You must go see
The greatest clown: Pagliacci!’
.
‘But please…’ the man began to mourn
‘I am already quite forlorn.
Now I am finally let down,
For me, myself, I am the clown’