Foolish King

The tapping of feet can be heard,

all in the footsteps of my words;

perhaps running away-

perhaps keeping close behind-

I am that "perhaps";

The man who sees,

the man who is blind.

With a fiddle and a wink-

I smile wide,

with teeth bared wide,

From you I cannot hide.

For I long too much to sing,

that I may breathe,

I may live,

I am the Fool Who Is King.