Upon a hunting spree.
And in their bag they caught a stag
Quite large enough for three.
“Divide it in four equal parts!”
Bellowed the King of Beats.
His friends complied, and gladly eyed
Their hope of hearty feasts.
“And now one quarter’s mine as king!”
The forest monarch roared.
“I’ve led you forth, so one more fourth
Will be my just reward.
“One quarter, too, is mine for skill.
Also the last, I say” –
He bared his claws – “is mine because
I order it that way!”
Went home without their sinner.
The weak, ere long, who serve the strong
Will wiser grow, and thinner.