One bright day a king sold his giant throne,
And saw that it was worth a ton of gold.
Then he cried, “Oh dear now I am alone”.
I will soon become poor and freezing cold.
His stupid instinct told him not to fear,
So he foolishly went to bed to sleep.
During his slumber, he shed a big tear
And tried to forget about it with sheep.
Now awake, he went back to his throne room.
Throneless, he cried, “Please give me back my throne!”
But it was no use; this was his dark doom.
Urgently, he dashed to the magic phone,
Attempting to regain his precious chair,
He accidentally tripped on his long hair.
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