Omega — The Jester’s Daily Bread

And hired by king A jester down below And all around A people full of woe The jester comes And all those woes have fled As a reward He gets his daily bread His former name Has long escaped their minds His former ways [?] ever finds And that's why he wears A bell around his neck They laugh at him And get their spirits back Great is the king His people though are weak Only the fool Can act as he does speak Still he takes care To always do his best So few are kings But many are those who jest So [?] high And flowers down below Then high the king is Then so the fool is low As time goes by The statue wears away But new flowers Many are grown every day