It was one of those candid moments that tear a hole in the sky

Beating my chest like a feigned gorilla and wondering if I

Could I, would I, should I ever really want to be the king

Did I , would I, should I, could I really have enough to bring

A lot better than I have pushed to pull that sword from stone

A whole lot wiser have tried and failed to justly sitting on that throne

But, there I was, and honestly, well, no one was really looking

And with a mighty tug that must have been close to off the hooking

The sword came out as I raised it high toward the sky above my head

Oh now there’s a mistake I thought would be the legends said

There in that brief moment was my swelled head full of pride

When suddenly, I lost my footing and fell in a quick slip and slide

Quietly, I did the right thing and slipped that sword right back in

The job of king wasn’t for me, I would rather be just another friend