All The Small Things

The Fool

There was Fool that thought

He could become a King

He found a treasure trove

And saw it as his entrance

The fool had jewels and gold

and chariots an clothes

A Castel was built

A kingdom was raised

To a far off kingdom

He went to see the king

And ask for his daughters hand

The King sneered

And whispered in his ear

I was born a King

I will die a King

An so shall my daughters husband

You were born a Fool

And shall die a Fool

And then your kingdom shall crumble