A king was out walking one day,
Down on the beach they say,
The men in his court, at his every word agreeing, nodding,
He could do no wrong, his every act they were praising,
So sick of this did he get, in fact,
He ordered his chair be brought, and at the waters edge he sat,
“So you all think I am the mightiest king in all the world,
If I ordered it so, the tide would turn, if I so ruled”,
All around him nodded, but started to fret,
Then got very worried when his feet got wet,
But he just smiled, looked down at the water soaked sand,
“Better you save your praise, for the one that holds this ocean in his hand”.