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Fore-Warning

 I'd rather be the Jester than the Minstrel of the King;
I'd rather jangle cap and bells than twang the stately harp;
I'd rather make his royal ribs with belly-laughter ring,
Than see him sitting in the suds and sulky as a carp.
I'd rather be the Court buffoon than its most high-browed sage: So you who read, take head, take heed, - Ere yet you turn my page.

Poem by Robert William Service
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