“Silly spies! Silly spies! Help I’ve been robbed!
I can’t find all my gold!” the jester sobbed
The Silly Spies (Who are always list’ning)
Lined up in front of him positioning
Themselves so the jester thought them pretty
Their king loved nice things. It made them giddy!
O! O! The Jester Reigns!
I can’t find all my gold!” the jester sobbed
The Silly Spies (Who are always list’ning)
Lined up in front of him positioning
Themselves so the jester thought them pretty
Their king loved nice things. It made them giddy!
O! O! The Jester Reigns!
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The Silly Spies went out to heed his plea
On the Candy people they all did spy
For sev’ral weeks away from prying eyes
When they returned they had much to report
They buzzed with excitement in the king’s court!
O! O! The Jester Reigns!
To some candy people! The frail and old!”
“Stolen Stolen!” the jester cried loudly!
“Some gold once went to those who had proudly
Served in the last war. They use it to eat!”
“Stolen! Stolen! Stolen!” the jester screeched.
O! O! The Jester Reigns!
“All stolen! Stolen! Stolen!” cried the fool!
“Some gold goes to keep the well water safe!”
“It’s all been stolen! This is a disgrace!”
“Some gold goes to pay all the palace guards.”
“Then we’ll have fewer! It can’t be that hard!”
When gold will do? They’ll never be so rude
As to steal from me again!” Jester roared.
Then the king promptly walked into his door.
“Ow!” he said, “Where’s the guard who opened this?”
“You fired him,” said a Spy. “He was dismissed.”
“Then one of you must now open my doors,”
the jester declared. “A king,” he now swore,
“Does not do that.” At dinner the wine
Was quite sour. “This wine cannot be mine.”
“You fired the man who tends the wine cellar.”
“Then you will be the new basement dweller.”