There's a certain little party

whose name I will not tell,,

He looks like he's from heaven

but at times plays up like hell.

his eyes are like the soft blue sky

but when he's angry my oh my

the things he says will make you cry

he's even told a few white lies

then  pulled wool over grannys eyes

(at least that rascal tries ans tries.)

 The adults in his life they are trapped 

for around his finger they're wrapped.

And even though he's only 4

he'll be their world forevermore.

That scallywag I shall not name

for little Kings are not to blame.