This whimsical mask alight in my arms
Such a light, cheery laugh
Surely I mean no harm
Just a little, slight push and it's up on my face
Now I tumble and flip
To the clouds I give chase
For I am the tumbler, the jester, the clown
I make people smile
I chase away their frowns
With a flip of my hat and a twist of my tongue
I make all the oldest
Of tales seem young
I am the gleeman, the poet, the bard
I see your future
In the face of my card
So come watch me now, as I put on a show
I'll make you laugh
As this happy crowd grows
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
This whimsical mask alight in my arms
Such a light, cheery laugh
Surely I mean no harm
Just a little, slight push and it's up on my face
Now I tumble and flip
To the clouds I give chase
For I am the tumbler, the jester, the clown
I make people smile
I chase away their frowns
With a flip of my hat and a twist of my tongue
I make all the oldest
Of tales seem young
I am the gleeman, the poet, the bard
I see your future
In the face of my card
So come watch me now, as I put on a show
I'll make you laugh
As this happy crowd grows
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