I passed my hat
There was a Jack
I knew I'd have a better Job
The Jack will bow
I rid a cow
Went down to join a raging mob
There stood a king
Next to a queen
Attempting to keep them all calm
I threw a card
I know it's mean
I mean it slid out of my palm
Lined in metal
Sliced off his head
I threw more cause it's just a game
They hopped and chopped
It's called hop-scotch
No one wanted to soon be lame
I found his crown
And fled the scene
My choice of paint is always red
Hear, hear, your king
You better sing
Or the new game will be you're dead
No care the place
I'm there, i'm pleased
That's how I came to gain some fame.
There's isn't peace
But let us feast
I wear my smile like your pain
I'm called Jester
Of all the Suits
Because I equal to their might
Call me a freak
You sad pipsqueak
But all will know that I can fright.