There was a gathering down at the cottage
A fancy feast put together by the crown
A garden party in honour of the princess
And folks were coming from all around
A band of jesters arrived to the party
And started playing not a minute too soon
But there was one of them fixed on the Princess
Not really caring to follow the tune
The lords and ladies all slowly fell silent
And the musicians then too followed suit
But never taking his eyes off his royal muse
The silly man kept on strumming his lute
The crowned heads hung in mortification
The faces under the crowns were all red
"For this offense you'll be thrown in a dungeon
And, come the morning, we'll cut off your head!"
The Princess came in to his rescue
"Don't chop off his head!"
And asked him to please run away
But they will meet again
And again
He will never stop playing her song
Till the end of time
Till the end of time