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With a face so bright, and legs so peg.
His hair, a wild rainbow, his nose, cherry red,
A wide, beaming smile, and a hat on his head.
He walked with a bounce, shoes large and round,
In his colorful clothes, he was easily found.
A flower that squirted, a horn that went honk,
In his oversized coat, these treasures he'd conk.
He'd juggle and tumble, pull rabbits from hats,
And the town's people loved him, from elders to brats.
For Greg was no ordinary man, oh no, not he,
He was Greg the Clown, as jolly as can be.
His laughter was infectious, his spirit, pure delight,
In a world that often struggled, he was a beacon of light.
So here's to Greg, with his clown's crown,
The happiest, silliest, loveliest clown in town.