Dance 'Til You Drop

He sat atop a maze, And danced his nibbling feet ablaze. And when the jester’s jig was done, The maidens cried: “Another one!”

“Dance for us, poppet. Dance, dance!” They cried with glee. And so he danced, And how he pranced, On that summer’s eve. And there, he sat atop a maze, And danced his nibbling feet ablaze. Oh, how he mourned his shoes. But the moon hung, And the circle spun. And so, that wouldn’t do. And so he danced, And how he pranced, And grew sick with unease. His hair was slick, Lips chapped and sticked, And feet bled in the breeze. But the maidens round, Enjoyed the sound. Of the sweet, shrilling call. So, the maidens round. Increased the music’s sound. And saw the jester fall. The maidens round. Increased the sound. “O. How the Jester Falls!”