King For A Day

I'm resting here quite regally,

The feature of the table.

Surrounded by potatoes that

I'd taste if I were able.

My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,

Circle round the royal platter.

They seem to be adoring me,

But something is the matter.

See me basking in the candlelight,

My skin so nicely tanned.

The reason for this treatment,

I do not understand.

While I'd love to peck that dish of corn

And gobble down a berry,

I find this jolly atmosphere

To be a trifle scary.

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