Good King Grin.

THE JESTER.

There is a King in Nonsense Land

Whose castle, neither tall nor grand,

Is gaily perched upon a hill

Behind the town of Jolliville.

A spangled jester lets you in—

Whoever calls on good King Grin.

“QUITE BALD.”

His height in feet is only four;

Around his waist is one foot more;

His mouth is wide; his eyes are twinkles

Half hidden in a net of wrinkles;

His beard is red; his hair is thin—

In fact, quite bald is good King Grin.

PRINCESS GIGGLE.

His family—beneath the sun

You never saw a happier one:

The good Queen Smile, so fair to see;

Prince Laugh, the heir-apparent he;

And Princess Giggle’s baby din—

Is life and joy to good King Grin.

Three ministers of state has he:

Prime Minister is Pleasantry;

In Foreign Matters, great and small,

Good-Nature ministers to all;

And Cheerfulness, when bills come in,

Is Treasurer to good King Grin.

His courser is a palfry stout,

And when the good king rides about,

The very babies crow for joy:

From peasant-man and peasant-boy,

From landed knight and all his kin,

Arise one cry: “Long live King Grin.”

Ralph Bergengren.