Hear ye, hear ye

A great plate of food set before me now,

the golden, glorious sun rising high.

Paco, Sayen and Nina coming running.

What you have I want, the animals say gathering.

Yes, an entourage to mark this power.

Yes, I am their master—of all around.

Suddenly: Africa barks in the road

and the august orb fades behind a cloud.

Paco and Nina run out to defend,

A fly lands on the warm banana cake.

Sayen is turned licking her white belly.

So much for long reign and recognition.