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 Tho 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 ah! What can he do? Shunned He's sure to come unstuck 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