(Verse 1) “O King most grand, with crown so bright, Your court I grace, with bells a-jingle, just right!” “To chase away the royal blues, and make you grin,” [singing powerful voice] A humble fool, in motley dressed, let the show begin! I’ll juggle words, and twist them round, like pretzels in a sack, For laughter’s balm, in palace halls, there’s surely no turning back! [whistle the melody] (Chorus) But jests are jewels, and songs are gold, Though truth in riddles may unfold. The crown is heavy, so they say, Mayhap you need a lighter day! So clap your hands, and stomp your feet, My foolish wisdom can't be beat! (Though wisdom it is, you see, oh King, Just wrapped in rhymes, for you to sing… along… if you’re listening!) (Verse 2) [barbs getting sharper] Your feasts are grand, with peacocks proud, and wines that freely flow, Your coffers bulge, with coin so fair, a sight for all to know! You build your towers ever high, to touch the very sky, While down below, the muddy streets, where common folk do sigh. But eagles high on mountain peak, can lose sight of the nest, And sometimes stumble, lose their grip, and put their strength to test. (Chorus) But jests are jewels, and songs are gold, Though truth in riddles may unfold. The crown is heavy, so they say, Mayhap you need a lighter day! So clap your hands, and stomp your feet, My foolish wisdom can't be beat! (Though wisdom it is, you see, oh King, Just wrapped in rhymes, for you to sing… along… if you’re listening!) (Verse 3) You gather knights, in shining steel, to guard your castle keep, And armies strong, with banners bright, while loyal subjects weep… With taxes raised, to fill the war chest, for battles yet unknown, But sometimes peace, a quiet word, is better than a throne. For swords can rust, and shields can break, and glory fades so fast, While kindness sown, in fertile ground, is a harvest built to last. (Chorus) But jests are jewels, and songs are gold, Though truth in riddles may unfold. The crown is heavy, so they say, Mayhap you need a lighter day! So clap your hands, and stomp your feet, My foolish wisdom can't be beat! (Though wisdom it is, you see, oh King, Just wrapped in rhymes, for you to sing… along… if you’re listening!) (Bridge) They tell you “Yes!”, and bow so low, your courtiers sleek and sly, They paint the world in rosy hues, and filter what you spy. But mirrors bright can show you lies, if held at angles wrong, And truth, like weeds, can push through cracks, where flattery’s been strong. Don't trust just echoes in the hall, or whispers in your ear, Sometimes the silence of the crowd, is what you ought to hear. (Chorus) But jests are jewels, and songs are gold, Though truth in riddles may unfold. The crown is heavy, so they say, Mayhap you need a lighter day! So clap your hands, and stomp your feet, My foolish wisdom can't be beat! (Though wisdom it is, you see, oh King, Just wrapped in rhymes, for you to sing… along… if you’re listening! Especially you, your Maje
