There's few things more sad
Than the fear of a clown
But nothing is sadder
Than a clown's frown
His software was grand
His future looked bright
But nothing would last
And old Ulf had a fright
His only client
From far off Japan
Withheld payments
And left Ulf a poor man
He and his brother
Both had no jobs
But where Bo picked up the pieces
Is where our hero showed his claws
His hands lay idle
His mind went astray
For Ulf and his family
The world was just gray
And one day, at a small jewelry store
The police got a call
The whole place was cleaned out
And someone in a mask took the fall
And soon more and more
Of these robberies appeared
The robber was nicknamed "The Demon"
And by criminals, revered
'Till one day
He found himself captured and bound
Bain let him free
And now he's his loyal hound
He's not the alpha
Of his little pack
But he can still drill his way
Into anyone's shack
Wolf is finally happy
Now he's free to be him
So be happy for the sad clown
That gave a GRIN.