The crown is up in smoke,
One tells lies to the queen with a backstroke.
It flies, it ties with birds of prey,
To be hunted, the thief is to say;
But he is to be king and man of steel,
The very man who wins and fools like a meal.
The stealer is a criminal of repute,
To be a kingly man he is astute.
The queen lied to the king,
The king vanished like a sting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem