Apes In Capes
Harken child, by life beguiled
It's said that some come unsung
Sorry, no song for some, sing-song's ham-strung
Seasoned with lies, hardboiled
But still calling all of the tunes
He's donned his garb, the costume of a buffoon
We rise to applaud his disguise
Though miles of smiles will greet your wiles
It's said that some come unsung
Sorry, no song for some, sing sad song sung
If lady luck remain unstruck or run amok aah!
What can he do?
Shunned, he's sure to come unstruck
Wrapped in white silk
Antelope's milk for soothing his eyes
Apes traipse in capes
It is unfortunate to see them rise to applaud one's disguise
