jester dan the merryman was in the court of kings with plenty funny jokes to tell and lots of songs to sing with juggle cones and fire stones and seesaw footed dancing and from his hat a music box placed center of the ring the crowd clothed fat in festive gowns constructed for admiring, for putting down the village clown for scraps whence smiles spring, of knights, fair maids and clergymen held fast amid the flaunting, and summersaults, and wit, and prance, away the center of the ring till painted laughter masquerade quick towards an end was drawing and darting eyes and boney hands were gathering belonging time had come to tilt his head and bow down to the king but to the queen he turned instead, held up his music box and said: GO ON YOU PRISSY, UPPISH CUNT. PULL THE FUCKING STRING.