The Song Every night the King, after supper, Ordered the musician to step forward And play his favorite song, which he’d heard One night, as a boy, his mother, the queen, sing When he was being fussy And his father had finally allowed her To come into his room. A silence had to fall before The musician could begin.
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The Song
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The Song Every night the King, after supper, Ordered the musician to step forward And play his favorite song, which he’d heard One night, as a boy, his mother, the queen, sing When he was being fussy And his father had finally allowed her To come into his room. A silence had to fall before The musician could begin.