There once was a man
Who was made out of clay
He sculpted expressions
On his face every day
He perfected his grimace,
He chiseled his frowns,
And he knew how to
Furrow a deeply stressed brow
He knew smiles and laughter
And how to look shy;
But something remained,
He could not sculpt a cry!
As much as he tried,
He could not sculpt his tears
So when he was sad,
He made a face that showed cheer
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