«There must be some kinda way out of here» Said the joker to the thief «There is too much confusion I can get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine; Plowmen dig my earth; None of them along the line Knows what any of it is worth.» «No reason to get excited» The thief he kindly spoke «There are too many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I have been through that And this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now The hour is getting late.» All along the watchtower Princes kept the view, While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too. Outside in the cold distance, A wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, The wind began to howl.