This will sound familiar to the connoisseur, of tales of urban lore.
There's two parents getting ready to go out for the night
here's a babysitter knocking at the door.
They've got some instructions for her before they leave they tell her what time they'll be back.
She can watch T.V upstairs if she likes 'cos the one downstairs is out of whack.

The hour is getting late, children rest their weary heads.
Time to relax stretched out on the parents bed.
'Midst the clutter stacked up in the corner of the room, something seems out of place.
There's a half man grease painted harlequin
with the smile of a ragdoll jesters face.

And the whole scene is quite unsettling she's got chills from the dwarf clown's stare she can't quite seem to get comfortable knowing, it's sitting right over there.
She glances back and forth 'tween the face and the screen, but she can't be sure, was that a twitch or a wink or the blink of an eye or is her mind playing tricks on her?.

Meanwhile at a restaurant all the way across town the main course was devine.
They're sitting there sipping lovingly on they're second bottle of wine.
And the waiter comes with a phone call.
They think, "Oh god, what now?"
It's the babysitter asking if she can move or cover up the statue of the half grown clown.
And they say

"Melissa, what do you mean!?.
There's nothing like that in our house!"
And the babysitter screams.
Now they're driving home,
and it comes on the news
about the escaped midget serial killer,
in big clown shoes
big clown shoes.

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