The New King

by Duncan Jones

The royal mane was on display

Walked slowly, head held high

They weren't sure if they liked him yet

But of course each one would lie

And smile and dote and compliment

And offer great advice

And if ever he should disagree

They'd say, "Right, sire, that is nice."

But things were looking good now

He made the others all feel sure

Like maybe nights wouldn't be so long

Or as dark as they usually were

This brilliant golden rival

Who had strolled right into town

Made easy work of what was there

And now would wear the crown

And they quickly grew to love him

He could quell the angry mob

Striped meat was always eaten

He was fast to do his job

He was lethal in the darkness

Silent, yellow eyes at night

Vicious, fierce, an understatement

Word spread, yes, he could fight

His kingdom grew times four times two

Was adored, strong, kind and keen

So from pride to herds rang loud the words

"Long live the Queen!"