We found a field of fools
We planted long ago
Before our eyes, what a surprise
To reap what we would sow
We thought that we would like
To hear the honest truth
But it's all lies, and who denies
We like fools just uncouth
There's something in the soil
That grew our fools all wrong
The old were wise, but these despise
All those who don't belong
The jesters with their bells
Are doing somersaults
Their ignorance is just as sense
As all their many faults
And yet the crowd is cheering
They want them to lead on
The tightrope breaks, the jester rakes
Dead bodies until dawn
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