Now Charlie Brown
The circus clown,
Would laugh from day to day.
And people came,
'Cause Charlie's fame
Had traveled far away.
When Charlie smiled
The crowd went wild,
And laughed and stamped their feet.
When Charlie died
He died with pride,
And charlie did it neat.
He heaved a sigh
And said 'goodbye',
And buckled to the floor.
From in the stands
They all clapped hands
And hollered for more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a true performer for you, they keep going until the final curtain. Nice read. Sincerely Ernestine Northover