I am a king of the children
I love that I work hard and mend
I was wealthy and they were sometimes unjust
But I was the blessing that I could be
I worked hard as I could
And I dressed as nice as could be
So when it came to favorites
Who wouldn't pick only me
But once there was a tune
And it was sung by the single few
That I was not too keen
On writing back to you
But I felt I had my rights
And you had no business in mine
And you were not too daft
To be in the life that I designed
But if you come again to my day
I will never be close to be your friend
And in the very end
It will be known that I
Was just the nicest of guys
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