There once was a story of a one-inch tall prince,
How much he meant, no one could convince.
His voice was a choice to listen to
For when he spoke, nobody knew
Because he was so small,
Not at all as tall
As his father, Singing King,
Heard by all.
And then one day, at the lava moat
surrounding the castle, death it promotes,
There he sat, one-inch tall prince,
Reputation unable to float
On the boat of the family, royal name
Deserving of it, he should claim
The name of the king, but it never came,
For the king's fame is nothing to blame,
His life is fire, he is still but a flame.
One-inch tall prince sat in shame.
Until the king had walked to the moat,
Singing and singing, from a beautiful throat.
One-inch tall prince had a plan
And began his attempt to trip this man.
He tugged and tugged on stepping feet,
Until the prince and the heal came to greet.
In an instant the king slipped and tripped
On the foot of the king, the prince now gripped.
Diving head first, the prince had fell,
Giving last cries for help, he would yell.
And now, as he would yelp for help,
He is now entering the gates of Hell.
With the prince flicked off his feet,
The king's heart had then ceased to beat.
The prince, now bloody, safe and sound,
Injured, lying on the ground.
The demons in hell shall forever sing
Of the inch-tall prince,
Murderous king.
