Three drops on the marble, the milk has now spread.
The guard cleans the mess, and returns to her bed.

For three flags are now waving, for three knights, they shall pass.
Unknown to the wizard, they ride horses of brass.

The sun, it shines brightly, across the garden of life.
A songbird is calling from the king’s gift to the wife.

A knocking is heard, a knight has come back.
Asking for jester, the guard wants to wrack.

“The jester has gone, but I do not know where,”
Wizard returns to the castle, guard growls with a glare.

Preparations had begun, the time is right now.
The chicken is sacrificed, tomorrow is cow.