All behold
His majesty
As he strolls
Down the street
Crown on his big head,
Held so high
Nose in the air
It could touch the sky!
The street beckons
His majesty
His golden clothes leave
All in vanity
The King paraded
Oh, so proud
Smiling slyly
Seeing the crowd!
The street shouted
For His Majesty
”Look, your majesty, go no farther,
For ahead lays a tragedy!”
The King, oh, so proud
Ignored his subjects
”Look at them, oh, so jealous!”
What laid ahead, it wasn’t checked
The subjects
Cried in agony
While the king
Rode ahead, absentmindedly
The subjects knew
His end lay ahead
For ahead was the jungle
Where a ferocious tiger lived!
The very next day,
The street came around
To look for the dead King
Who was oh, so proud
All regarded
Their King, who took his last breath
Who wouldn’t listen
And met his death!