It is the one the ‘April One’
Sitting there serenely cool
Who appreciates when daft come by
To grab the gullible fool
Being caught out by the strangely fake
When simple madness stumbles by
To be surprised and hypnotised
To know it’s odd but not ask why
Somehow sitting by a quiet pond
The film of life will spool
You’ll find considering all too slowly
When you became that April’s fool
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