The jester entertained the King and court
With witty jokes and funny acts

He was once a professional scoundrel
Stealing money and jewels from kings 

Now he wears the fool's clothing
Patched together with every color

He jingles with every movement 
From his bells and prisoner shackles

He had wit enough to get the court to laugh
Just by stepping into the room with a tumble

He had wit enough to stay alive when the new king came 
Who killed the old king and wedded the princes

He entertained the new court with his grand style
Until that faithful day when he told the wrong joke

The kings wrath was brought fourth in seconds
The jester ended up on the headman's block the next day

They led him out in his jingling fool's suit
The court angrily shouted for his blood

He gave them a smile, a joke, a flip, and a disappearing trick 
No one knows what happened to the jester to this day

Except for me, I see him in the mirror everyday, 
I am that scoundrel, jester, and magician