To Fool, To Be Fooled,
To Lay in the Lap of Laughter,
To Cuddle a Giggle,
To Frolic with Folly,
To Blissfully be the Butt of a Joke,
To Cherish a Pie in the Face,
To Hear a Choir of Angels Sing the Praises of Joy.
A Quarter of a century ago We chose a King of Fools
And now we have chosen again,
Be Always in the Presence of your own Laughter,
Be not Judge or Jury To the New King,
Be a Comrade to the absurd Wishes of Loving the Ridiculous.
Long Live The King