The king called for the jester,
but the jester was no fool,
he knew there might be trouble,
for the summons was quite cool.
He was a little frightened,
his knees a little weak,
and as he came up to the throne,
the king was first to speak.
“Long have you been with me,
we have walked a happy mile,
but you no longer make me laugh,
you no longer make me smile.”
The jester said unto the king,
“Yes, we have walked a happy mile,
I know that you no longer laugh,
I know you do not smile.
To you I have been faithful,
always bowed to your demands,
but in truth, the choice to laugh or cry,
has always been in your own hands.