There once was a merry old monarch Who ruled in a frolicsome way. He cut up high jinks with the children, And played with them all through the day. "A king always gets into trouble When trying to govern," he said. "So nothing but marbles and leap-frog And tennis shall bother my head." Ah, well! The wise people deposed him. "You may govern the children," said they. "Why, that is exactly what suits me," He replied, and went on with his play. But it wasn't a year till the people All wanted the king back again; They had learned that a ruler of children Makes a pretty good ruler of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THORWALDSEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 58. AL-MUHSI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SECOND COVENANT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RAMBLE OF THE GODS THROUGH BIRMINGHAM, SELECTION by JAMES BISSET THE ECLOGUE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |