In the silence bells jingle, small and gold,


















Vibrant he dances, never growing old.


















The princess, she watches, detached yet amused,














From nothing he produces a rose, the queen looks confused.

The king’s eyes never leave him, the lords are in awe,














Light-footed he cartwheels, breaking gravity’s law.















His tunic is purple, deeper than night,



















His hat is a wonderment – a fascinating sight.

He can juggle, he can jump – he can play the flute well,













And there isn’t a story that he cannot sell.

















His hoops are of every colour, his eyes sparkle with mirth,













He has been the centre of attention since his very birth.

A wonder is this man who can hold all the court,














He is one of a kind in his type of sport.















Surely he is a force with whom to be reckoned,
















He is the court jester of none other than King Edward the Second.