Up on his hill
the Fool stands still
and watches the world around him.
He learns as he sees
the people scurry like bees
above, and bellow and around him.

He thinks that he knows
what commonly goes
on amoungst them.
His pattern works out.
There can be no doubt
that he knows them.

As he walks down the slope
he thinks he can cope
with all the other people.
Since he knows them well
he should be able to tell
how to get on with the people.

After not to long
he finds out he's wrong.
They don't treat him like one of them.
What he forgot
is that he is not
a fool like one of them.

He went back to his hill
and stands there still
hoping for them to see.
he echos his thought
"I gave it a shot
they'll have to come to me".