The King was in his bedroom counting out his money
He rang the bell and shouted bring me bread and honey
The servant climbed the stairs so many to the top
By the time he climbed all the stairs he could hardly breath
Before he knew it he had a big big sneeze the tray he did drop
The King looked at him and shouted idiot look what you have done
I might cut of your head and stick it in a bun
The servant turned and in a fright took heels and he did run
He kept on running and to this day as the story goes
The King is still shouting bring me bread and honey
Now some other poor fool climbes those stairs
One by one until he reaches the top knocks on the door
But what is this I see before the King it is not a servant
With bread and honey it is a robber come for the money
Did the first servant stop running and a plan devise
To rob the king and have a laugh right before his eyes
I guess we will never know one thing I can confirm
The king sits in his counting room worrying about his money
The robber sits in a bluebell field eating bread and honey
No stairs to climb no King to whine no milk and honey to bring
A smile upon his face I see a chucke on his lips
No stairs to climb no trays he will carry
The only thought upon his mind is who should he marry