Old Story, An -

III An Old Story

They gathered shouting crowds along the road
To praise His Majesty's satin and cloth-of-gold,
But " Naked! Naked! " the children cried.

Now when the gaudy clothes ride down the street
No child is found sufficiently indiscreet
To whisper " No Majesty's inside. "
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