The king and The QueenWay back when, I was a child of course
I lived in the south, and then moved to the north
I met a boy my age, along the way
He lived next-door, he came over to play.
We talked for a while, I liked everything about him
From the way that he laughed, to his gigantic grin
I turned to him, and this is that I say;
'When I become queen, you'll be my king one day.'
He took this to heart, and without any fears,
He fought to get me this, throughout many years.
He had lots of courage, he hocked up his pants
He put me in a basket, and took me to France.
I killed the queen, and he killed the king,
We replaced the positions with him and me.
He said that he loved me, he said it was true.
Then I responded with "I love you too."
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Now there's been so much time gone and passed,
The spirit in the king hasn't this far last.
I don't like him now, not his dull crown
Not the way that he mumbles, or his neck to neck frown.
I thought long and hard about what ought to be,
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it tried and tried to find his name.
He had lightning bolts in his eyes
and the right to make a storm.
He walked about the streets alone
screaming, talking, dreaming.
He sucked the world through a straw
and filled up on imagination.
"This is no place for gravity!"
and floated away.
Imaginary friends by his side,
he coughed up nonsense.
Never a moment in human history
he wanted to grow up.
They said he'd always be this way,
and put a promise on that.
So they stuck him in a room alone
and sealed it with a key.
He escaped with a tightrope
and became a student of the moon.
He jumped up and flew
to the second star to the right,
straight on til morning,
and the rest is history.