The King's Ring

The King’s Ring

In days of old,

When men were bold,

And kings ruled the land.

There was a king,

With a silver ring,

Up on his right hand.

The ring was carved with runes,

Of old merry tunes,

With joy and delight.

But one day,

The King would say,

And yell out in spite.

“The Ring is gone!

A crime of wrong!

Among me are thieves!

I’ll search every house!

Till they are announced!

And hang them from the trees!”

He searched all day,

Till the only way,

Was strange sorcery.

And with this trick,

He found quick,

The men were hanged from a tree.