Testo di Trickster (And The Mistletoe)

What is this spear of mistletoe That flies like dart from brother's hand? Seemed innocent, a prank misfired The great shapeshifter, fire-brand Two-faced fool, the jester bold Grasps at opportunities To turn his coat, self-satisfy And go wherever he might please Little giant, skin so thick Can hold the fate of all his kin With treachery, duplicity Behind the wide, engaging grin The class clown sits in back of class Throws paper darts, blot paper balls To bounce off heads of swots like me Provokе a fight when lunch break calls His tiresomе japes, the prods and pokes The never-lasting friendships made Bring only our feigned approval Soon resigned to trusts betrayed