Justin Chan

Rookie [IlGrigioGrey]

The Jester Boy

Once I met a jester boy,
With bells of solid gold.
In his hands he held a toy,
That he would play and mold.
A-lack-a-lack-a -lay, hey!

This boy, he was but nine of age,
Already he could sing.
He sang of joy and grief and rage,

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