The King

    The imaginary king lay dying
    In his imaginary bed
    So he gathered his family around him
    And so the
   
  wise man said....
     
    To Jeb, my youngest quick to race
    I will leave you these.
    For I struck an accord with a dancing lord
    Who kindly lent me his keys.
     
    To Sal, no finer maker of lace
    I will you leave you twice.
    For in a game of chance with a noble's lance
    I won two frozen dice.
     
    To Ide, my eldest twice of face
    I will leave you this
    For I stole a shell from a humming birds well
    A hollow egg for a kiss
     
    And to Daf, your palm and your staff
    I wont leave a thing
    For at your side I will always reside
    After all you made me a king!