What! Did you not know?
Were you never told?
That once upon a throne you sat
A royal nursemaid to attend your need
Servants waiting hand and foot
To fulfil your every whim

And when the walls were breached
They dressed you as a waif
A foundling were you made
Royal blue eyes behind a scowl
A noble countenance beneath a cowl
And while you turned the sods in spring
You slept and dreamt you were a king

Make haste to your patrimony!
For your country is in disarray
Your subjects seek a restoration
And you must assume your kingly responsibility

29 April 1995

Copyright Simon Kidd