An Axe, said the King, they wielded an Axe.
Oh, did they now?
"The forest was shrinking but the trees kept voting for the Axe, for the Axe was clever and convinced the trees that because his handle was made of wood, he was one of them."
Turkish proverb.
Or was it a pike, Your Majesty?
Oh it could have been.
And would they have meant harm?
Oh, fierce harm. For they have fierce hatred in their hearts.
But they would use the Axe to cut wood, Your Majesty.
Oh they would not, they would strike a King and his guards.
Sire, said the Fool, it is a lie that you are telling.
Off with your head, Fool!
And the King took the Axe and showed it to the people,
Who stared blindly at the King.
He spoke of the Axe, held in a blanket,
So offensive was it to the King.
And the Fool’s head rolled down the Hill.
THE END ?