Jester

He filled his head with ballads, His fingers full of notes, He wore a jester’s hat And multicoloured coat. And he burst onto the street One Wednesday Market day, With his lute in his hand And he began to play. He sang songs of freedom, He sang songs of joy, He sang songs of love, For every girl and boy. A crowd quickly gathered Listened to what he played Got bigger and bigger As everybody stayed. And he set their feet a jigging. And he set their minds alight. You could see the faces Just aglow with delight. He danced a few steps, Just a few, no more Then following applause Danced just a few more. He sang another silly song Then having played his game Quickly made his exit Back from whence he came. For some weeks they returned Hoping for a repeat, But he was miles away Bringing joy to other streets. With his head full of ballads His fingers full of notes In his jester’s cap And multicoloured coat