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