The King Was In The Tall Grass

by Duncan Jones

The king was in the tall grass

So someone raised the call

When the king was in the tall grass

Well, someone had to fall

That was how the game was played

That’s why he was the king

And his name was hardly spoken

Such terror would it bring

So frozen in the heat they stood

They begged to make him found

But frozen in the heat the king

Never made a sound

And when a breeze came rolling ...

Dancing through the grass

Came too the lion slowly

Eyes locked upon the fast

The tall grass seemed to wave goodbye

The breeze then moved along

But some grass continued waving

Even when the breeze was gone

So there it was, that slightest hint

The king had now been seen!

And they bolted, quick, the other way

Straight toward the queen