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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