Some say comes but once a year
a fun day of hoaxes and jokes on
friends neighbors, family
just plain folk, gobs, gooby, and noodles
When spring fever is upon
naive, innocents and unaware
Fools, beware of false scare
Scots go hunting for gwak amd
Chaucer's Chanticleer and fox
Fools are many the fooled even more
rumor and fabricated
greases the imagined
so easy for the medias to turn
Fools Day into every day,
seek to celebrate one day
no different than any
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