THE KINGDOM OF ORACK

Once long ago in the kingdom of Orack
Sat a man on a track with a pack on his back.

The King of the kingdom of Orack was sharp
And he ordered this man to come play on the harp!

Before he arose with his pack on his back
The man on the track asked the king who was sharp?

”As I play on my harp can I recite a ditty,
One so smelodius that tells of your city?”

The King in a fright said “Did I Hear you quite right
For there is no s in the deius tonight!”

He took a dislike to the man on the track
Once long ago with a pack on his back.

So he sent him away from the Kingdom of Orak
And told him before hand of the things that he lacked

“My word you need charm along with a smack
To the kingdom of Orak don't ever come back!”

Off went the man, put out, in a daze
As he thought of the king whom he thought in a faze?

”Strange that old King from the kingdom!” said he.
”For I offered to play him a ditty for free!”

Soon he was gone down the track that was black
Say the people of Orak he never came back.

Yet his harp can be heard along with his ditty
Sing of the flowers he found in the city.

THE BARD