She was a clown
And he was
A hard man to impress
Every single day
She'd put on her red nose
Her red curly wig
Her fake straight smile
She would do
Numbers and numbers
Just to impress him
But he was
A hard man to impress
And so one day
She came up with a new number
She Created this original number
He'd never seen
She took everything
But the nose, the wig,
the fake straight-lined smile,
And left
She called this number
'The quit'
And it impressed him
And it still does!
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