The minor taylor

There was once a man from his own wall
And he wanted to be king of them all

So he went on the way to the utopia that there was
And he thanked his plain clothed god from above

He shook a number of nice peoples hands
And he wanted to be seen across the land

And then he walked on the childrens fate
And he said he was only much too late

So the world never saw its own honor decried
And the fellow continued to survive

Yet what of his trust in the justice of the day
He was far too reluctant to say

That there was justice at stake
And not just a way for the rake.