All hail the Jester King,
We blow raspberries in his honour,
And who put that whoopie cushion on his throne,
Long laugh the King,
That’s what we cheer,
A rather gangly clown of a man,
He sits cross-legged in his fools regalia,
His cap and marotte the equal of any Emperor,
Cracking quips in his state address,
Mocking those stuffy clergy,
Putting pies in the faces of diplomats,
His only mandate is for all to be full of joy,
Belly laughs for a national anthem,
They said a jester couldn’t rule,
But how is any lord more suited?
So we continue our cheers,
Long laugh the King.
