O THE Queen may keep her golden <br /> Crown and sceptre of command! <br />I would give them both twice over <br /> To be King of Babyland. <br />Sure, it is a wondrous country <br /> Where the beanstalks grow apace, <br />And so very near the moon is <br /> You could almost stroke her face. <br /> <br />And the dwellers in that country <br /> Hold in such esteem their King, <br />They believe that if he chooses <br /> He can do—just anything! <br /> <br />And, although his regal stature <br /> May be only four-feet-ten, <br />Think him tallest, strongest, bravest, <br /> Noblest, wisest, best of men. <br /> <br />Ah, how fondly I remember <br /> The good time serene and fair, <br />In the bygone years when I, too, <br /> Was a reigning monarch there! <br /> <br />But my subjects they discrowned me <br /> When they’d older, colder, grown; <br />And they took away my sceptre, <br /> And upset my royal throne. <br /> <br />Yet, although a King in Exile, <br /> Without subjects to command, <br />I am glad at heart to think I <br /> Once was King of Babyland.<br /><br />Victor James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-king-in-exile/
