In Platea Vetuum Rex

I tread along the Old King's Road

while waiting for my damsel dear;

I find its beauty my abode

with purple flow'rs and some wild deer.

Come day, the morbid Old King's Road,

it shines as the sun it wakes up;

the morning greeted by cock and toad;

the rough looks smooth, the smooth looks rough,

but come night, the road it glows

with the fireflies lit like clarion stars;

its beauty like Sir Shakespeare's prose.

The Old King's Road, a work of art.

And once I hear my damsel's darling voice

calling out from the fray,

I greet her by the Old King's Road

and ought that there we, for the night, stay.