Strange world
I live in a strange word,I am nothing but a jester
I have many kings and queens
I offer them banquets
I offer them banter
I am just as rich as them
Not in a money sense
I am rich in friendships and words
They offer me pennies
With this I oblidge
It keeps me warm and feeds me
But my bubble keeps me safe
I return home through great villages
.... I have many bridges to cross
but when I return my quaters are colourful
There are many smiling faces to greet me
I am truly honoured by this
It is time to leave my bubble once more
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