A redneck truck came into town,
It was full of bumper stickers.
It ran over Bobbo the clown,
As it's headlights flickered.

Bobbo was dead,
But the truck kept going.
He was dead from the gash on his head,
The truck had no knowing.

Bobbo was a good clown,
He could make everyone smile.
He could turn any frown upside-down,
But now he was a bloody pile.

Then the next day,
Sadly in the paper,
The headlines say,
"The Clown Killer Caper".

From that day on,
The truck kept going.
But Bobbo was gone,
Thanks to it's doing.
 
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