Lips pressed together, shaking my head at the sight laid out before me. 

For it was so bad, that even the man in the Moon had to come out and see. 

If anything should be questioned, it is my cognitive abilities. 

As I stare at the scene, like kings and like queens, we are heir to this royal humility. 

Heads bowed, with this simple crown, we sit upon our lowly throne. 

Our village in the valley, with bakers and slaves, will forever be dancing alone.