Twas the night of the king's castration, for tonight the royal ball came off.
Daniel and the 40000 loyal subjects sat around shooting the lion shit, for in those days bull shit had not yet been invented.
Come forth cried the king, but Daniel sliped on a hot lion turd and came fifth.
Oh shit cried the king, and Daniel and the 40000 loyal subjecs stooped and strained, for in those days the kings word was law.
Where is the queen, cried the king .
In bed with laryngitis, answered Daniel and the 40000 loyal subjects.
"What?" cried the king,"Does she preferring the prickling prick of a Prussian Prince to the Dangling dong of a Danish Duke?
"Oh fuck the queen,," cried the king, and Daniel and the 40000 loyal subjects trapled each other in the mad rush, for in those days the kings word was law.