He had a mighty voice so they said.
He paraded and pomped a crown on his head.
Wherever he went they oohed and they awed
Some said he was greater than God
Then came a day a wind blew and blew
and when it was over his kingdom was through
He cried and he tantrumed with his little voice
the people heard it had been their choice
for when the wind had stopped and people could see
what was left was minute smaller than wee
the king had put himself high in acclaim
but he was nothing more than the height of his crane
Many thanks to Tess of Magpie Tales for the wonderful prompt this week.