The Royal Crown
The Royal Crown
In the days of nobel breed
A king sought out a nobel deed
Through his briars of ivory tower
Seeking a claim of further desire
Yet through the green moss brigade
A solemn vow to raise the dead
What was going on inside his head
The king then formed a committee
For the right to display the royal crown
Many who lived in the village square
Suddenly drew near out of fear
To bask in the vast expanse of the crown
It was placed in a case at the theatre of the round
The court jester amused the crowd
A crowd that loved to see the crown
That very day the king made a speech
For everyone to come together
Then at last he wore the crown
There was silence then without a sound
The crown royal on on display
Everyone began to pray
What a turning point for a brand new day
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