An ample young woman in St. Pauli girl beer wench garb dances on the rooftop while a dog bites at her ragged skirt. Several varieties of birds fly around her, some carrying flowers in their beaks.

This rendition of the Fool seems to emphasize living perfectly in the present, being innocent and open to surprises. This fool is not an ethereal young lad nor the babe Harpocrates, but a female version of the classical ragged beggar. Yet the precipice of the Victorian occultists shows up as a rooftop in this card, and the yellow rose of joy and silence of the Golden Dawn imagery is echoed by the flowers the birds are carrying. The bag, whether carrying follies or past life memories is nowhere to be seen, nor the staff/staves.

While no chimney nor brush is visible in this scene, the rooftop setting and exuberant feel of this card reminds me of:

Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheree!
A sweep is as lucky, as lucky can be.
Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheroo!
Good luck will rub off when I shake hands with you,
Or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too.

Now, as the ladder of life has been stung,
You may think a sweep's on the bottommost rung.
Though he spends his time in the ashes and smoke,
In this whole wide world there's no happier bloke. ...

Joan Cole