Haven’t you heard?
The black widow princess is out of suggestions,
To cast in the box of reverence.
The king has turned topsy and wilted the crown,
The queen she can’t find her head dress.
But the jester he juggles and dances by day,
Tossing his riddles around.
By night he takes flight to the everlasting wedding,
To patch up the spots in the head and the gown.
Time like the union gives way to wisdom,
And everybody walks to the court with a smile.
The black widow princess she gives of her venom,
And everyone learns from the ouch.