George
III knew the language of birds
But
pretended not too. When a rook
Flying
across the moon called out
“Beware!
Your eldest son loves not you
Nor
any man and will take your throne
While
you still live!” the King
Did
not pause in his conversation
With
the gaudy Anatolian traveller
Busily
spinning him a story
Concerning
dervishes and sinister eunuchs.
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