Merry Christmas 1819 mad George the 3rd,
Jabbering nonsense for 58 hours
Thick foam gathering on his lips like eggnog
Then from the King a new noise was heard,
something like the whining and howling of a dog.
No your highness, that tree you are shaking hands with
is not the King of Prussia.
“No?” said the baffled king squinting, “Who is it then?”
The poetic steward started hinting, and said:
Your highness, put your hand down, let go of the tree,
For it is not a king, just a part of nature's beauty
But it was lost on the King, who greeted a rose bush instead.
And he spoke to his daughter, despite her being dead
And with paternal pride and joy at something wonderful,
He told her all about her own funeral.
He then buried a steak in the grounds of the castle,
An ingenious plan to feed the poor
Waiting for it to grow into a beef tree;
He was surprised no one else had thought of it before.
It took the mind of a King to see things clearly.
