the king of ink
has a heart of stars
he travels time and space

anyone looking
may well remark
he appears to stay in one place

the king of ink
has infinite hats
he even has autographed cricket bats

he keeps a moth
and he calls it july
you may see it flappin at the edge of yer eye

THE KING SPEAKS...
'I am the king of ink, ya hear?
yes, i likes me women and i likes me beer
but both will beneathly me brain-box subsiding
the froth of ideas and lightbulbs may hiding
oh, thee most peculiar will take in me striding
come take a walk by my side
and the stars and yer brain-box collide'

the king of ink
has a grin and a wink
as he waves to ya by and by

he can't wave without her
and she without him
the ink of the king
the ink of the king