Once the king was utterly tricked
He sent over the realm an edict
To get the thieving bastard licked

The jester must pay with his life
For causing an infernal strife
Stealing the crown and queenwife

With the queen gagged and bound
The jester's speeding all around
Trying to get to safer ground

But the royal knights are on his tail
Spreading posters with hammer and nail
Chasing day and night without fail

They run through streets and alleys
Over the hills and into valleys
Even deploying ships and galleys

Fruitlessly searching every nook and cranny
Even at the jester's poor old granny
Their feverish endeavour most uncanny

And the sad old king can't unwind
While the bastard's free that robbed him blind
He craves to do the same in kind

Even into his old age
He never lessened his rage
Until his heart gave out on stage

But what he never figured out
Was that the queen was behind the rout
Fleeing with the first likely lout

Tired of the gilded fences
Masquerading as defences
She finally had come to senses

And just as I or thee
She only ached to be
Totally free