Tis the season
Tis Aprille and ye showers fall;
wet unjust and just as one.
Furtive figures roam the hall
to gull the simpleton.
Jackanapes and jesters droll
do seed the keep with snares,
Their petty tricks exact a toll
and catch us unawares.
Tread lightly through the trying day;
cast eyes both front and back.
None are safe from prankish play
and patience sorely taxed.
Beware salt sugar, short sheet beds,
the loose-legged wooden stool.
Fear buckets balanced overhead;
tis the season of the Foole!
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