I actually was class clown, but I don't know how that happened because I've never been considered an outwardly funny person.
A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.
Communism feeds on aggression, hatred, and the imprisonment of men's minds and souls. This shall not take root in the United States.