Trust not this joker in his gaudy clothes.
He steals the daylight and he cools the sun.
He kills the lily and he blights the rose.
Storms are his claim to fame. He blasts and blows
and robs the mariner of all he’s won.
Trust not this joker in his gaudy clothes.
He strips the green from ev’ry tree that grows
and paints the garden brown and when he’s done
he kills the lily and he blights the rose.
Insolent spoiler, see him thumb his nose
and drown a country wedding - not just one!
Trust not this joker in his gaudy clothes.
He fills the skies with seagulls and with crows
and bids the swallows flee, the hedgehogs run.
He kills the lily and he blights the rose.
He breathes his chill on fingers as on toes
and pockets all he finds of summer fun.
Trust not this joker in his gaudy clothes.
He kills the lily and he blights the rose.
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