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Baldwin of Erebor
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A Foolish Tale
The King arose one April day He dressed and dined in the usual way But shortly he was wishin' To call for the royal physician.
The doctor came at a medical pace Not quickly enough to win a race But if you chose to ask 'Tis unlikely he would have been last. 'Oh Sire,' he said, 'You're right as rain.' 'No,' said the King, 'I feel a pain A malady unsanctified Right here in the royal side.'
The doctor pondered, he poked and he peered He absently nibbled the tip of his beard And at last prescribed a pill That he thought would cure the King's ill.
Alas, the remedy failed to work The King's left knee began to jerk And his eyebrows, it was seen, Had turned a shade of green.
It seemed that there was no respite They sent at last for a Sarabite Who blessed the King from his nose To the tip of his royal toes. もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
A shudder ran through the royal frame His eyes shone bright as a candle flame And then, on the tip of his ear A gremlin did appear.
'You foolish priest,' the figure cried, 'Your blessing's made the King's inside A terrible place to live This slight I'll never forgive.'
Said the Sarabite, 'There's still some hope.' He popped the thing in an envelope Which he mailed with commendable speed To an enemy in Caid.
His Majesty's health returned apace The Sarabite sang a song of grace 'Thus perish,' he did sing, 'All enemies of the King.'
Let those that have enjoyed my song Give thanks that though 'twas overlong Like illness on the mend It, too, shall come to an end.
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