Sister Clown

In heaven there's an Angel
 They call her Sister Clown
 She loses things that matter
 Each time she goes to town
 She trips along from store to store
 And tries on pretty things
 Her Harp she mislaid on the bus
 And now she's lost her wings
 She went to find the things she lost
 And wandered door to door
 But then she rushed off to the bank
 Her Halo on the floor
 Her mind you see is on other things
 Her thoughts rise high and higher
 But now she's took the mini-bus
 And lost the Heraldic Choir
 So if you meet The Lord Above
 Who looks like he is down
 Remember he just took a walk
 With the famous Sister Clown


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