The Puppet King

Hail! King of Straw Servant of another Don’t wish me good luck Please don’t bother Covered up in blankets Due to flu From the colonial fever Timid little bastard Lilly liver Still entangled in the master’s strings And commanded by the whims Which his dictation brings After rebellion And finally emancipation The puppet is yet to take his first steps He falls like an infant From right to left No sooner No faster Fell on his face And burst into laughter As he could not meet up with the master’s pace Looks around again Searching for his master He says Now I am independent But it keeps getting harder and harder