His royal highness
With his ever glittering crown
Just as the sun by day
And like the moon and stars by night.
The sound of his voice
Keeps his tenants busy
Far above all
The wave dean.
Always in the company of affluence
Not lacking in influence
His name, favorite on the birds’ lips
And rented the air with his presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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