O, A King Poem by Michael Shindler

O, a King in a firelit ring
Rang a bell in a field of ice,
But O, the King was sleeping
When the bell rang thrice:

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!

O, that King in the firelit ring
Woke at last in the field of ice,
But O, there was no ringing
So, the King cried thrice:

"O-woe, o-woe, o-woe! "

O, gone was the bell's firelit ring
And dark was all that field of ice,
But O, the King stopped weeping
When all echoed thrice:

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!