A high-riding clown dressed in plaids of yellow and blue
Topped with a big red hat, a mellow, yellow flower too
Perched way up in the sky on his silvery, giraffe unicycle
I wonder if he is experiencing a hammering cardiac cycle

I've never seen such giant, floppy, green shoes
When he darts you'd think they'd be easy to lose
Hey, someone tossed him an ice cold can of beer
He popped the top and guzzled it down without fear

Clowning, he weaves down the street at dangerous angles
Tipping his hat while barely avoiding marchers entangles
His single wheel spinning and glinting sparks of summer sun
An eye-catching guy, clowning and spreading his high-riding fun