In the land of know-it-alls,
there ruled a stupid king.
He did not read, he did not write,
remembered most nothing.

Each day upon a throne of gold,
in dumb silence he sat;
politicians, philosophers,
asking this and that.

His answers to the questions posed,
would always be the same:
a far-off gaze, a silly smirk,
a few words ’bout trees or dew.
Then left his guests, full of wonder
at the things this wise king knew.