| Show THE I 1 1 I A im KINGS TART by HOLMAN F DAY there once nas a king so minstrels sins sing who ruled with a kindly sway an his subjects true v ere allowed to pursue their own sweet easy way he ile gu ded them of cou se but by no duplay of force did he arrogate but was wont to state from them was his power powers a soura source now it chanced one time so runs the rhyme his subjects fancied tarts no other food seemed halt half as good on tarts they set their hearts they ate them early they ate them lat ejust tarts for all their meals until they grew all cold and blue anaemic from head to heels now the goodly king had a war on hand and he wanted his men to fight and he used to wish they would drop that dish that was making them thin and wh te he frequently would implore that they d tough meat and gore but they hugged to their hearts their love loe for tarts and ate them more and more low N ow the gracious king of whom hom u the sing was a king who T ho R as very wise and he issued decree that his folks should be indulged in their vagaries he wished to steer as his people dear preferred that he hold the helm so he ordered a poll of every soul that occupied his realm and the count was as made all the people sang one tune and as still their hearts were turned to tarts their king vouchsafed a boon since all have spoke he from the throne that tarts are all they wish I 1 here proclaim that very same shall be the nation s dish my job as your king Is nice smooth thing 4 I ve had a real good year and twill please me much to set em up as thanksgiving day is here so ar n subjects dear I 1 now and here do issue my decree and invite you all both great and small to have a tart on me so he issued commands and summoned his bands and called a multitude multI tudd of baker men who there and then contrived and mixed and stewed and with skill and art they built a tart that was big as half outdoor with crust so high that t hid the sky lamountain of jell its core tl TI ey built an oven tight thea the baked a day dar and night then there it stood all fresh fresly and good an appetizing sight then the king gave forth command and thereto set his han hae that none might eat of fish or meat in all that loyal land he placed his royal lock on granary bin and flock and he let them start on the c tart at exactly twelve 0 clock bis his subjects cheered t 11 II their throats were seared then each backed up ills ras cart earl and gracious my how all did vie in loading up with tart they ate one week they ate one month as much as they did like and voted their king the smoothest thing that ever came dame down the pike they rendered praise and blessed his days but the second month alasi alast they all agreed on a change of teed feed if nothing else but grass so they sought the kindly king to him explained the thing allowed his tart just reached the heart as he d heard them often sing but they humbly begged be he would lift the ban he had placed on things to eat and grant each grace to stuff his face with baters corn and meat with a twinkle trinkle in his eye their good king made reply that the tart had cost a lot of cash and could not be thrown by so its it s up to 3 ou my subjects true you know I 1 ve a kindly heart but so long longs s it its s there III tell you fair you just must eat that tart they ate tor for a week but I 1 must not speak of the scenes that did ensue so I 1 ke the scenes on a storm tossed ship on the breast of the ocean blue and at last they tore to the king once more and beat their breasts and wept and groveled and groaned and writhed and moaned and on their stomachs sto macha crept with sighs and sobs of woe they asked if they maht oh ob please burn the part of the dratted tart they really couldn coulden t go with a kindly look their king he took compassion on their plight and passed decree that the tart should be blown galley west that night then his subjects caned some good thick steaks and chawn ked on rare red meat and they loudly swore that nevermore would they tackle a tart to eat and the good w se guy their king made a moral from the thing As be he used to do N w banever he knew they felt contrition s sting and the moral holds to day if A good Thing comes your way I 1 beg you 11 go d streetly ly slow ere the deuce and all s to pay or else your plight may be I 1 ke that of the folks of whom they stag sing those chaps of old who tr ed to bold hold too much of a real good thing talla |
