Once there lived a king, who craved to smoke his thing. I handed him roasted peanuts in a ring, and asked, "How's that for seasoning?"
The king flew into a rage, picked a fight like some savage. Though gold fills every page of his ledger, his stinginess knows no measure!
Whatever that king's name might be, he does all things absurdly. Works his head off, sweating freely, made an envelope from his decree.
That pot-bellied king of ours, spends his time scrubbing jars! When he craved sesame bars, I smashed his spine to shards.
The broken-backed king whimpers low, "Oh father, now I'm done for, so!" I twisted his ear and wouldn't let go, poor thing screamed with tremendous woe!
That rascal king's an old fool, sits drinking liquor by the pool! Mixes chili powder in his gruel— I'll grind his bones to gravel cool!