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 don't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns...

...Don't you love farce?
My fault I fear...
...But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

- Stephen Sondheim, 1973


Dad: archive shot of the jester Pooch in mid-roll - unsuspected by us, on top a dollop of cow poo. From last weekend. ;-)