Little Ronny went into town

On his bike he road around

Past the bakery full of sweets

And the butcher hanging meats

Until he crashed into a clown

"Hey mister, you're in my way!"

The clown looked up from where he lay

"You little brat, you're in trouble now,

and when I get up I will show you how!"

He said as he moaned and sway

Little Ronny gasped with fright

Jumped his wheels and took to flight

Just in time a near escape 

He got away with just a scrape

Now he rides off out of sight

Next he road into the park

Where Stevie stood by the shark

Water squirting from its fin

Its mouth opened begging you in 

Through the jaws into the dark

Ronny's eyes began to swim

What fun it would be to play within

He parked the bike and laughed

Then grabbed the rubber raft

And dove past the smiling rim

The hours flew by while they play

Stevie and Ronny just wanting to stay

They were having much fun

But it was time to run

For the night crept into the day

Ronny waved and said good-bye

Riding for home with a darkened sky

past the meat and then the sweet

On this now dark and lonely street

Watching out for Captain Bligh

The one who's face is white

With eyes as black as night

His nose a cherry red

Balloons for the dead

And teeth sharpened for the bite

Ronny's imagination ran wild 

After all he was just a child

With handlebars in hand

He traveled the land

His poor nerves were riled

Around the corner he took a spill

Hit his stomach and took ill

A hand reached out 

On this fatal route

Causing him a freezing chill

For the hand was gloved in white

His eyes widened with the sight

He slowly turned in a panic

Staring eye to eye with a manic

Screaming he took off in fright

Ronny crashed through the door

Running across the floor

To his room he fled

Covering up his head

Now he likes clowns no more

05/16/2005