The King and His Throne

He sits high upon his throne,

Surveying all that he owns.

From his position on high,

He watchs little boats pass by.

They did not pay their tolls

So he drops bombs down their holds.

Cleaning his muzzle, with the tissue at hand,

Jumps down, pulls up his pants, to go play in the sand.

Isn't he a cute little man?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To the great imaginations of our children.

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