I'm a male. I'm a college freshmen now in my second semester. I'm a Jester for a(n unofficial) royal court. That's all you need to know about me.
Oh yeah, I'm also OT 9000
I am the Jester, but I should be king.
If laughter were power, then I would be king.
If laughter were power, then heaven would shower
Its blessings on me and I would be King.
And if I were King, oh what I could do
For people who--se
Hearts never quite match their wits,
Who throw out life's cherries,
And keep the pits!
Take, for instance, my Royal Court:
When mirth was pass'd 'round,
They came up short.
Life to the rich can be a real bore,
Stick around; I'll tell you more.
A sentence the cannot construct.
From that, I must deduct:
That life has lost its youthful zest,
And they need most what I do best.
Laughter's the medicine that they need,
And if I were King it would be decreed
That for breakfast one would be served a smile.
At luncheon a chuckle would most beguile.
But for dinner, a great hearty belly laugh
Would aid the digestion on their behalf.
And the day would finish as it did begin
With a midnight snack of a delicious grin.
Ahh, if I were king, then by royal decree,
My entire realm would be royalty.
Any man who brought another man mirth
Would be made noble, as if by birth.
And any who laughed, and laughed a lot,
Would be knighted there, right on the spot.
And all little girls who smile so nice
Would be princesses, at least once or twice.
(With gigglers it's always chancy.)
Let them pick any title that tickled their fancy!
If I were King, all wars would cease,
For I have the perfect plan for peace.
For peace, I'd feather the bowmen's bows
With feathers so big, they'd tickles the nose
Of the bowmen who'd laugh so in delight
That they'd give up the battle and give up the fight.
(Of course, they might die laughing...)
But I am not king, and I would not be.
For I choose to laugh at the royalty.
And they laugh at me, and the whole world rings.
And that's worth a thousand, thousand kings.