A Good King Never Eats the Serfs
Grandson discovered a magical land called, "under the bed".
Unearthing a tin of jingling coins.
I told him: "The Big one is the king; all the rest are serfs".
He looked at me baby baffled, then let out a baby burp...
Without warning, he tried popping a serf into his mouth.
I pried it from his tiny mitt, and he cried.
so, I soothed him with a little lullaby..
~Little king-little king always love the serfs.
A good king would never eat the serfs. ~
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