The fool bumbles along
Falling into ditches galore
Dusts self off and sets out again
Singing a happy tune
Songs of friendship
Love and great riches that await
The promise makes the going
More exciting than the reward
He meets travelers
Who have buried their boots
Their cauldrons simmer
Granaries full of grain
He looks wistfully at them
At times, wanting a full meal
And the assurance of one all winter
But the stars twinkle-ingly beckon
Everyday is an adventure
Though he knows not where he is going
But he is the fool
And he can do as he pleases
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