Sheep King

I want to tell you a story! Don’t really know how to frame it right.
It’s a story of a jungle where amongst the animals lived the Sheep king!
King who was a king, still not a king,
the blinded ministers pulled the strings of the king,
and the king danced like a sheep,
Oh, my good lord!
The poor sheep king saw his empire fall!

King didn’t utter too many words,
swayed by the pride and ego,
blinded by the power,
he let his kingdom weep,
he let his enemy be close,
he let well-wishers drift,
oh, my good lord!
The poor sheep king saw his empire fall!

The king with the rod and not sword,
the king who was a Sheep!
the king who didn’t differentiate between right and wrong,
the king who wouldn’t see,
who wouldn’t believe,
Oh, my good lord!
Save the poor king,
the kingdom is saved,
People are rejoicing,
they are happy and green,
but the empire has fallen,
and it’s going to serve him right now,
karma is going to serve you right,
oh, my good lord!
The poor sheep king saw his empire fall!

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