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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King's Job</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Tudor Monarchy</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Once on a time was a King anxious to understand<br>What was the wisest thing a man could do for his land.<br>Most of his population hurried to answer the question,<br>Each with a long oration, each with a new suggestion.<br>They interrupted his meals--he wasn't safe in his bed from 'em--<br>They hung round his neck and heels, and at last His Majesty fled<br>from 'em.<br>He put on a leper's cloak (people leave lepers alone),<br>Out of the window he broke, and abdicated his throne.<br>All that rapturous day, while his Court and his ministers mourn<br>him,<br>He danced on his own highway till his own Policeman warned<br>him.<br>Gay and cheerful he ran (lepers don't cheer as a rule)<br>Till he found a philosopher-man teaching an infant-school.<br>The windows were open wide, the King sat down on the grass,<br>And heard the children inside reciting &quot;Our King is an ass.&quot;<br>The King popped in his head: &quot;Some people would call this<br>treason,<br>But I think you are right,&quot; he said; &quot;Will you kindly give me your<br>reason?&quot; <br>Lepers in school are as rare as kings with a leper's dress on,<br>But the class didn't stop or stare; it calmly went on with the <br>lesson:<br>&quot;The wisest thing, we suppose, that a man can do for his land.<br>Is the work that lies under his nose, with the tools that lie under<br>his hand.&quot;<br>The King whipped off his cloak, and stood in his crown before<br>'em.<br>He said: &quot;My dear little folk, Ex ore parvulorum--.&quot;<br>(Which is Latin for &quot;Children know more than grown-ups would<br>credit&quot;)<br>You have shown me the road to go, and I propose to tread it.&quot;<br>Back to his Kingdom he ran, and issued a Proclamation,<br>&quot;Let every living man return to his occupation!&quot;<br>Then he explained to the mob who cheered in his palace and round it,<br>&quot;I've been to look for a job, and Heaven be praised I've found it!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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Once on a time was a King anxious to understand
What was the wisest thing a man could do for his land.
Most of his population hurried to answer the question,
Each with a long oration, each with a new suggestion.
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