King Mark was a fox, who thrived in darkness.
Whatever yapping he did in the sun was a trap.
Once he stirred scandal in a rival court,
exposing an affair that, to him, was low-hanging fruit.
Upheaval was always an advantage to King Fox.
He can’t get away with it, a stalwart said.
The trusty knight had talents beyond arms.
He wrote a song that mocked the king—sketched
as a henhouse guard nabbing the birds therein.
The refrain: My faith! He has feathers on his chin!
The knight taught harpers to play the tune,
and they taught others across the realms.
When people listened, they could see the truth,
and never unsee fraud in that feathered face.
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