They wanted a new king to sit him up on a puppet throne All they got was an old king that went on digging up bones Never mind they say we can control him just pull his strings His strings were all but broken the puppet man had awoken That rough attire which set the nation on fire was he not for hire The taste of freedom he had taken the rest is left he won’t retire IV The committee said have no fear the bastard shall be broken Making fancy speech they sort to impeach that horrible bitch Saying just follow our wish or your bones we’ll bury in the ditch I think not the puppet reply I like it here more than anywhere Some like it hot others like it cold but he would not fold as told And so the saga still remain the puppet fame or are we to blame Hail to the King Kenvil Atkins for Pwindaykye Timeless poems