Jokester Jester Balances Ball
Jokester Jester balances himself on the tip of a ball.
Some of the maids in waiting whispered he would indeed fall.
He was super confident, because he had mastered this trick.
It was one of his specialties, his name was Balancing Nick.
The king was not impressed, he rolled his hazel eyes instead.
Then he said in a most severe voice “Off with his head!”
The maids in waiting were astounded. They stopped tittering now.
“I am kidding!” The king told them with annoyance. “Don’t have a cow!”
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