The king has got his robes on
Processing through his land
People bow and stare
At his noble stand

None dare speak a word
Each thinking same thought
But they think in isolation
No confirmation sought

Welcomed with fanfare
As boldly he marches in
Then suddenly as a boy spoke
And heard the drop of pin
A boy with innocent wisdom
The Kings face a Scarlet rose
Spoke through the detritus
PROCLAIMED, he ain’t wearing no clothes