SUMMER WAS HARD, THEY WORKED IN THE SUN WHILE THE OLD MAN IN THE CASTLE WAS
HOLDING HIS GUN-HE PROMISED THEM TREASURE HE PROMISED THEM FUN HE PROMISED
THEM HEAVEN THE DAY THEY WERE DONE BUT HE NEVER PAID THOSE KIDS HE LOCKED HIS GATES AND SENT THEM HOME.
HE THOUGHT HE WAS THE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN, THE SPOKESMEN FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE TREES- THOUGHT HE WAS THE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN-THE RIVER, THE SKY AND EVERYTHING-BUT THAT MOUNTAIN’S TOO TALL HE’S GONNA TAKE A FALL-THAT MOUNTAIN SHE KNOWS NO KING.
THOSE WORKERS CAME BACK-THEY SNUCK IN THROUGH THE TREES-THEY HELD HIM WITH KNIVES HE WAS DOWN ON HIS KNEES. “WHERE IS OUR MONEY-WHERE IS OUR GOLD-WHERE IS THE CROP THAT WE KNOW YOU JUST SOLD?” HE SMILED AS HE LIED, THEY STABBED AT HIS HEAD-NOW HE’S THE KING OF THE DEAD....
