The King Was In The Tall Grass

by Duncan Jones

The king was in the tall grass
So someone raised the call
When the king was in the tall grass
Well, someone had to fall

That was how the game was played
That’s why he was the king
And his name was hardly spoken
Such terror would it bring

So frozen in the heat they stood
They begged to make him found
But frozen in the heat the king
Never made a sound

And when a breeze came rolling ...
Dancing through the grass
Came too the lion slowly
Eyes locked upon the fast

The tall grass seemed to wave goodbye
The breeze then moved along
But some grass continued waving
Even when the breeze was gone

So there it was, that slightest hint
The king had now been seen!
And they bolted, quick, the other way
Straight toward the queen