The Cunning Fool's Sweet Surprise

Doubt, doubt, whine and pout Sore, sore, because you know nothing anymore Of course, of course, oh, fair, stubborn horse Love, love, who wouldn’t love thee, fair as a dove? Screaming, screaming, oh, the brat of which men having been dreaming Lying, lying, about the things you’ve been buying Sold, sold, it’s all for the gold Men, men an army of, in your den A shock, a shock, he gave you a literal rock So funny, so funny, who’d actually marry you, honey? Ciao, ciao, fat, saggy cow Tis true, tis true, he left you You lost, you lost, now who was tossed? Broken, broken, with a chunk of junk as token Fame, fame, now is the dame A downright mockery Right mockery Mockery Mock- me