The king sat up on his jeweled throne, and he heaved a
sigh that was like a groan, for his crown was hard, and it bruised his head,
and his scepter weighed like a pig of lead; the ladies smirked as they came to beg;
the knights were pulling the royal leg. The king exclaimed: "If I had my
wish, I would cut this out, and I'd go and fish. For what is pomp to a weary
soul that yearns and yearns for the fishing hole; the throne's a bore and the
crown a gawd, and I'd swap the lot for a bamboo rod, and a can of worms and a
piece of string--but there's no such luck for a poor old king!" And a boy
who passed by the palace high, to fish for trout in the streamlet nigh, looked
up in awe at the massive walls,and caught a glimpse of the marble halls, and he
said to himself: "Oh,hully chee! Wisht I was the king, and the king was
me! To reign all day with your crown on straight is a whole lot better'n
diggin' bait, and fishin' round when the fish won't bite, and gettin' licked for
your luck at night!"
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