Harken child by life beguiled, it's said that some come unsung, sorry, no song for some, sing-song's ham-strung. Seasoned with lies, hardboiled but still calling all of the tunes he's donned his garb, the costume of a buffoon - we rise to applaud his disguise.
Tho miles of smiles will greet your wiles, it's said that some come unsung, sorry, no song for some, sing sad song sung. If lady luck remain unstruck or run amok aah! What can he do? Shunned, he's sure to come unstuck
Wrapped in white silk, antelope's milk for soothing his eyes. Apes traipse in capes, it is unfortunate to see them rise to applaud one's disguise.