The Jester

The Jester The castle page sent for him And the jester could quickly conclude That despite a life of grandeur The king was in a sad mood His entrance was swift and grand Sweeping gestures as he advanced A job all his own, to uplift the throne As he cavorted about and danced All the while he couldn’t help but wonder Why the King always had a sad face How can it be? If that could be me! What I’d give to sit in his place! The king appeared quite amused Gone was his dark gloomy shroud As the sure footed merry jester Delighted both he and the crowd The Jester proved quite the performer A minstrel and fine acrobat He regaled the king with tributes While wearing his three pointed hat But secretly the King was longing Condemned by each royal ancestor He’d gladly step down and forgo his crown In exchange for the life of the Jester!