"Somewhere in Rural Iowa ( exact year, or even decade- unknown )"

Quietly the absurdity-

The absurdity.

Sing-song.

A visitor from another world...

Intriguing-

But the responsibility
Is in pointing out the absurdity-

That the visitor from another world,
That was seen walking through
The cornfield late that night-

Was just a circus clown,
Who had gotten drunk-
Had a fight with his wife,
And fallen off the back of
A nearby passing circus train:

But we emptied our guns into him anyway-

Mainly because none of us had ever liked clowns.