In a kingdom grand, with a ruler bold,
Lived a king with a tale that’s often told.
His crown, it gleamed with a majestic sheen,
But his beard, oh my, it was quite the scene!
From dawn till dusk, it kept on growing,
His subjects laughed, their merriment showing.
Down to his feet, it trailed behind,
The king's beard, a sight of a different kind.
He tried to trim, he tried to shave,
But his beard, it refused to behave.
It tickled his toes, it tangled in knots,
Oh, what a sight, with his whiskers in clots!
At courtly feasts, it caused quite a stir,
As he dined with grace, though his beard did prefer
To steal the show, in a hairy cascade,
The king's beard, a royal escapade!
Though regal and wise, with a kingdom to steer,
The king's unruly beard brought laughter near.
For no matter how much he tried to hide,
His majestic beard was his royal pride!