By blood, they're related
By blood, they're cursed
But I couldn't tell you
Which was born first
But these clown triplets
Did not bring joy
They liked to scare
All the girls and boys
Their jokes were not funny
They were quite too real
Because at the end of every show
Someone became their meal
So if you buy a ticket
Don't look too tasty
Or else you'll meet the belly 
of Johnny, Wayne, and Gracie.
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