A True Story of Humpty Dumpty

I was sitting on the wall And I suffered a great fall Stupid horses came around Couldn’t see me on the ground Then of course, Kings men attend None of them knew how to mend They kicked off my pieces, scattered Left me lying ruined, shattered Then Mad Hatter picked my bits Took me home in paper sheets Glued me thoroughly, with care And his company, March Hare Treated me with jasmine tea Which the Dormouse brewed for me Sitting in a comfy bowl I won’t try another fall I’m recovered from that stroke But those Kings men, what a joke I was lucky to get Hatter With the mind that’s over matter Now I’m living like a king Chapped, but still a precious thing.