I am a fool,
A fool in aught but name.
Yet still, I am a fool.
The Jester brings us laughs
Bounding down the halls, I see him find himself
He speaks and I listen with envy
The judge is noble and eloquent
Writing of love, and sentencing death
with a fell stroke of ink
The Butcher, the Baker and Candlestick Maker,
All have found themselves.
Yet I am a Fool,
But I do not know myself.
For I am a Fool
In all but name.