A news-sheet locally upsets the panic,
The head of the royal family;
The Kaiser wants perfection
Not psychedelic arithmetic,
A head of the family.
A fabled reason for lies has emerged red,
The fabric of some tennis has begun.
A newspaper may speak only once.
This sovereign was a fabulous favorite,
Wafer-thin stomach and waist,
Like the praise so frothing inside.
Wickedly the sunshine spreads
To engulf the regions of the prayers.
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