Dearest Tumbleflump Chilly-Pie,

Joy, health, love, and peace be all here in this place
By your leave, I will sing concerning my King

My King is well dressed, in silks of the best
In ribbons so rare, no King can compare

I have traveled many miles, over hedges and stiles
In search of my King, unto you I will bring

Rare treats 'from away', I will search from this day
But you must give me a clue, else I'll bid thee adieu.

Your SS: KK