Is it that you're laughing at us?
What has got you so amused?
Or have you been placed to entertain?
Should your smile make our spirits soar?
I do wish there was a way you could explain.
The more I look at your frozen face
The more in pain you seem to be
Locked with that rictus grin in place
Now nothing's funny any more
You're just a carving on a door
And I wish that I could help you thaw
And close your tired and aching jaw
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