send in the clowns

isn't it rich?

are we a pair?

me here at last on the ground

you in mid-air. where are the clowns?

isn't it bliss?

don't you approve?

one who keeps tearing around

one who can't move. where are the clowns?

send in the clowns. just when i'd stopped opening doors

finally knowing the one that i wanted was yours. making my entrance again with my usual flair

sure of my lines. no one is there. don't you love farce?

my fault

i fear. i thought that you'd want what i want. sorry

my dear!

and where are the clowns

send in the clowns

don't bother

they're here. isn't it rich?

isn't it queer?

losing my timing this late in my career. and where are the clowns?

there ought to be clowns. well

maybe next year.