Perhaps you’ve heard a bit about the King in stories once before, so now I’ll just inform you of his life a little more. When he was born, he didn’t cry like other babies often do. And he didn’t make sad faces or bite on things that babies chew.
If there was something that he needed, he’d simply harmonize a bawl. He refused to sit and play for long and never liked to crawl. Instead, he’d stand on both his legs and tap across the floor. And when he played a hand-game, he’d clap rhythms on the door.
As the King grew up he sang many songs that he was known to have composed. And he’d beatbox beats and also hum the melodies he chose. He danced as he sang and even slide backwards cross the stage. He’d scream in love to the crowd, blow kisses, and he’d wave.
Oh yes, the King was quite a gentle man and his heart was pure and kind. He took care of those around him and helped the needy people he could find. When he felt disappointment, he would never use bad words. He’d calm his feelings by planting flowers and feeding tiny hummingbirds.
The King’s wish to become a father was the best dream he ever wanted to fulfill. So when it finally happened, he built his castle westward on a hill. His children were the most precious gifts he’d ever received. And they were the reason magic was the craft that he believed!
