Naked King

He was a king who loved to show his clothes
Who had coats for every hours of the day
He preferred spending more time in the dressing bed
One day he said
«Make me one of the finest clothes on earth»
«With the most unimaginable colours and patterns»
«I heard about new strangers that are coming into town»
«The magnificent weavers that can sew me one.»
Special, imaginary gold and silk
Invisible, anyone who’s unfit won’t able to see it
The weavers started working on a set up empty loom
The king was excited as he paid tons of fortune
He wished to see but feared he might found out that he’s a fool
The truth is nothing there, yet no one dare to say
Pretentious cheering of a fake long train
«The king is naked!» shout the child
Spell was broken and the whole town cried
Innocent prattle, have you hear a such?
The king is naked and the whole town cried
It gave him shivered, they might be right
Still he decided to proudly walk