Once upon a time
There was an old king
Who used to worry
About one thing
'Surely one day
I will pass away! '
As many me advise
Among my sons
The wise
An heir
Must take over
To govern
My subjects better.
Next to God,
To corporeal things
Who is above,
I want to check
The strength of
My sons' filial love.
Thus his sons he called
To 'How much
do you love me? ' respond.
Answered the elder
'I love you like honey
That has no parallels any! '
He won the warm laughter
Of his father.
'I love you like sugar
Could honey be any better? '
Answered the second
Thus a corner
He succeeded to cut
In his father's heart.
'I love you like a salt
As there is no fault
As missing this ingredient
In any dish
We want to relish! '
Said the youngest
Proving the wisest.
'Come over here
Take over my throne
You are a king born! '
Replied the king
Feeling
From his heart
The lifting
Up of something.
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