He's always standing on his toes,
And never on his heels;
He's always holding up his arms--
I wonder how it feels.
Two balls are always in his hands,
He never lets them drop;
He's always smiling just like this,
And never seems to stop.
Mister Merryman.
Richard Hunter
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