In a land far away,

Many years ago,

Lived a very rich king,

With a large ego.

He thought he was great,

He thought he was grand.

But really he was selfish,

The worst in the land.

He had a son, Edward,

The noblest of all.

He gave all his possessions

To those whose fortune was small.

The king did not like this.

He put poison in the cup of his son.

And as Edward went to drink,

It looked as if the king had won.

What the king did not know

Was that his kind son could smell

The poison from anywhere,

Even as deep as a well.

So Edward feigned death,

His father he tricked.

So as the king left the room,

His poison Edward nicked.

Edward was noble,

Yes, it is true.

So poison his father

He did not do.

Instead of a death,

the prison gained one.

Once Edward gave the proof,

It was him who had won.

His kind, loving nature

Made him give to the poor.

And if that morning he was noble,

Now he was more.