• She never wanted this life
    Her popular vote, to much to tote
    Her sun kissed hair, blue eyes that sparkled
    She was the Queen of the Court


    He was an outcast, thrown into her life
    Royal Court Jester, worst job yet
    Keeping the Queen close, at heart at most
    Killing Her Majesty with a painful song


    She was Popular
    He was an Outcast
    Life was Perfect in the Queen's Court
    Until that dreadful day


    The Queen fell ill
    Her gentle heat stuttered
    She felt weak
    Her eyes blurred and blank


    The Court Jester, he fell deep for her
    He stayed by her bedside, night and day
    Making sure she was ok, Her Royal Highness, were the soft words he spoke
    His heart fluttered in his chest


    The Queen, frail and weak, opened her eyes just a peek
    She saw the Jester, sitting by her side, tall with pride
    My Jester, she spoke ever so quietly, Will you whisk me away?
    Away from this dreaded place, for my heart needs the warm sun, and my eyes need the blue skies


    The Jester nodded with a small smile, he picked her up and headed for the window
    Shall I drop you or shall I carry you, Your Royal Highness


    Jester, Love me and you can do as you wish, she spoke in a loving tone
    She sang to him of her love


    The Jester gave her a smile and ran with her into the sunset of the day