where are you going, young man in a hurry
your face so lined with woe and worry
have you lost your best friend?
is the world about to end?
i am going to london to see the king
for i have terrible news to bring
the end of the world would be a blessing
compared to what i will be attesting
that sounds dreadful - can you spare no clue
or intimate what we might do
to avert this tragedy
whatever it might be
no, the young man replied
we can not hold back the tide
by fate i have been sent
to assert this final testament
in an evil purple hour
the world will turn into a flower
now if you will excuse me
the flower is trying to lose me
of course! the frog exclaimed
you are my old friend king james
you had a bandage on your big toe
when we romped as lads long ago
you were always a worry wart
a melancholy sort
prone to fits of ennui
or so it seemed to me
the frog continued south
with a corncob pipe in its mouth
and the young man headed west
having failed his most important test
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