Upon this day we celebrate the fool
With merry jape and prank of subtle wit;
Perhaps they pose a spider ‘neath a stool
To terrify the soul who deigns to sit.
That all should see and, as one mind, rejoice
To have such entertainment in one’s life.
Would, then, these watchers raise a rousing voice
To praise the pranksters’ banishment of strife?
Why, no! ‘Tis not the way the story goes,
Not minding hours of plotting to prepare,
The audience become as battling foes
And warn the hapless rascal “Have a care!”
So, if your friends beside you, you would stick
Cease April fooling, be you not a dick!