Good King Grin. KING GRIN PRINCE LAUGHGood King Grin.
Good King Grin. KING GRIN PRINCE LAUGH
Good King Grin.
THE JESTER.
THE JESTER.
THE JESTER.
There is a King in Nonsense LandWhose castle, neither tall nor grand,Is gaily perched upon a hillBehind the town of Jolliville.A spangled jester lets you in—Whoever calls on good King Grin.
There is a King in Nonsense LandWhose castle, neither tall nor grand,Is gaily perched upon a hillBehind the town of Jolliville.A spangled jester lets you in—Whoever calls on good King Grin.
There is a King in Nonsense LandWhose castle, neither tall nor grand,Is gaily perched upon a hillBehind the town of Jolliville.A spangled jester lets you in—Whoever calls on good King Grin.
There is a King in Nonsense Land
Whose castle, neither tall nor grand,
Is gaily perched upon a hill
Behind the town of Jolliville.
A spangled jester lets you in—
Whoever calls on good King Grin.
“QUITE BALD.”
“QUITE BALD.”
“QUITE BALD.”
His height in feet is only four;Around his waist is one foot more;His mouth is wide; his eyes are twinklesHalf hidden in a net of wrinkles;His beard is red; his hair is thin—In fact, quite bald is good King Grin.
His height in feet is only four;Around his waist is one foot more;His mouth is wide; his eyes are twinklesHalf hidden in a net of wrinkles;His beard is red; his hair is thin—In fact, quite bald is good King Grin.
His height in feet is only four;Around his waist is one foot more;His mouth is wide; his eyes are twinklesHalf hidden in a net of wrinkles;His beard is red; his hair is thin—In fact, quite bald is good King Grin.
His height in feet is only four;
Around his waist is one foot more;
His mouth is wide; his eyes are twinkles
Half hidden in a net of wrinkles;
His beard is red; his hair is thin—
In fact, quite bald is good King Grin.
PRINCESS GIGGLE.
PRINCESS GIGGLE.
PRINCESS GIGGLE.
His family—beneath the sunYou never saw a happier one:The good Queen Smile, so fair to see;Prince Laugh, the heir-apparent he;And Princess Giggle’s baby din—Is life and joy to good King Grin.
His family—beneath the sunYou never saw a happier one:The good Queen Smile, so fair to see;Prince Laugh, the heir-apparent he;And Princess Giggle’s baby din—Is life and joy to good King Grin.
His family—beneath the sunYou never saw a happier one:The good Queen Smile, so fair to see;Prince Laugh, the heir-apparent he;And Princess Giggle’s baby din—Is life and joy to good King Grin.
His family—beneath the sun
You never saw a happier one:
The good Queen Smile, so fair to see;
Prince Laugh, the heir-apparent he;
And Princess Giggle’s baby din—
Is life and joy to good King Grin.
Three ministers of state has he:Prime Minister is Pleasantry;In Foreign Matters, great and small,Good-Nature ministers to all;And Cheerfulness, when bills come in,Is Treasurer to good King Grin.
Three ministers of state has he:Prime Minister is Pleasantry;In Foreign Matters, great and small,Good-Nature ministers to all;And Cheerfulness, when bills come in,Is Treasurer to good King Grin.
Three ministers of state has he:Prime Minister is Pleasantry;In Foreign Matters, great and small,Good-Nature ministers to all;And Cheerfulness, when bills come in,Is Treasurer to good King Grin.
Three ministers of state has he:
Prime Minister is Pleasantry;
In Foreign Matters, great and small,
Good-Nature ministers to all;
And Cheerfulness, when bills come in,
Is Treasurer to good King Grin.
Ministers of State
His courser is a palfry stout,And when the good king rides about,The very babies crow for joy:From peasant-man and peasant-boy,From landed knight and all his kin,Arise one cry: “Long live King Grin.”
His courser is a palfry stout,And when the good king rides about,The very babies crow for joy:From peasant-man and peasant-boy,From landed knight and all his kin,Arise one cry: “Long live King Grin.”
His courser is a palfry stout,And when the good king rides about,The very babies crow for joy:From peasant-man and peasant-boy,From landed knight and all his kin,Arise one cry: “Long live King Grin.”
His courser is a palfry stout,
And when the good king rides about,
The very babies crow for joy:
From peasant-man and peasant-boy,
From landed knight and all his kin,
Arise one cry: “Long live King Grin.”
Ralph Bergengren.
Ralph Bergengren.
Ralph Bergengren.