isn't it rich?are we a pair?me here at last on the ground,you in mid-air.send in the clowns.isn't it bliss?don't you approve?one who keeps tearing around,one who can't move.where are the clowns?send in the clowns.just when i'd stopped opening doors,finally knowing the one that i wanted was yours,making my entrance again with my usual flair,sure of my lines,no one is there.don't you love a farce?