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The World Under my Room
In my room I sat bored one faithful day,
My brothers and sisters didn't want to play.
With a rusty old shovel, I concocted a plan.
So to its location I excitedly ran.

I picked it up and dug and dug,
My bottle of water went glug glug glug!

Eventually I hit some wood.
And broke it to see what was under the hood.

I fell through the roof onto a hostile floor.
Then a figure said, 'Okay are your?'

His language, truly, was hard to master.
But I was learning it faster and faster.

Then he took one good look at my trusty shovel,
And all of a sudden, started to grovel.

I was confused as he called his kin.
I saw creatures both fat and thin.

Then an old looking one came with a strange book.
Then he gave me a commanding look.

I read through the lines and found a cause to sing. 
For whosoever had the shovel was destined to be king.

They gave me a crown, and a place to stay.
Then presented me with a ruby tray.

On it was a scepter, riddled with gems.
I'm sure jewels there grow on stems.

But I couldn't accept, I had a life above.
I wanted to fly away like a liberated dove.

I tried to scramble up from where I came.
But I had accumulated to much fame.

The wise one said if I was to go,
They had gifts and sights to give and to show.

I was whisked away to a great land,
But straying off the path was promptly banned.

To a smith I was taken to.
He repaired lamps, shovels and even shoes.

He took the shovel and fixed it good.
The reason I never really understood.

The old shovel was old no more.
And I climbed right through dirt galore.

I found myself back in my room,
Surrounded by new shovel fumes.

What a day, full of joy and gloom,
In the world I found under my room.

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