The Jester Boy Poem by Justin Chan

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,
By god, his voice did ring!
A-lack-a-lack-a -lay, hey!

He did a flip and
somersault,
And singing all the while.
He did a spring, he did a vault,
And landed in a pile.
A-lack-a-lack-a -lay, hey!

My laughter came like
words well said,
With mirth as well as joy.
One gold piece was what I paid,
The little jester boy.