Once upon a time,
there was a little rhyme,
as the birds love to sing,
there was a king,
the king was a tyrant,
his ego bigger than an elephant,
so came along a peasant,
he brought this tyrant king a present,
so when this peasant kneeled down,
he dashed forth and usurped the crown,
down came the king,
this made all the men sing,
but down came the kingdom in a storm of chaos,
because what is a kingdom without its own boss,
there are bad ones and good ones,
each passed the duty down to their sons,
even today we are ruled by tyrants but they try to help more than harm,
so we each need to do our part and lend out a helping arm,
for one who will not help those in need,
he better run because all things fall without the super others.

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