<p>I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
  And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.</p>

<p>His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.</p>

<p>His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.</p>