There once was a Prince I can’t name
A man short in sight, long on blame.
He focused resources
On taming wild horses,
When minding field yields was the game.
O’er peasant and Lord he did rule
In flood and in famine kept cool.
When the land became barren,
Toward his navel was staring
The Prince, every bit now the fool.
The Prince, would the Jester deride
To the point that it injured his pride.
If he’d only paid heed
Past the end of the steed
The kingdom just might have survived.
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