I plucked the silver spoon from the cloud
And in that crazy moment my soul was found
Some say the death of a clown is very loud
So I will take my time debating with an old hound
Few said I lost while others clapped and bowed
But we continued and no victor was crowned
Finally I won the jest and the old dog just howled
I was leaving when a squach ape had me bound
Yellow moons, green clovers and orange stars
I could talk about the endless tears and glory
One day soon I shall be the monkeys czar
That apes on acid and this fight is another story
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