In a faraway land, in the Land of Podd,
folks felt themselves each just a little bit odd.
Why in fact, not a few, not even a dozen,
and not just a sister or uncle or cousin…
’Twas the entire country caught under this spell,
each believed only others were anything swell,
and each felt discouraged, just a smidge, by his lot,
and this is what happened, believe it or not.
It had been a bad year, and in addition to famine
there were enemy troops on the borders of Salmon,
their unfriendly neighbors near the Mountain of Yore
and the King was near certain
that his land was done for.
So he needed a messenger to save their lands
and he sought out a hero from the kingdom’s bands.
But each made excuses, for this and for that,
One said, “My hair’s funny,” and “I can’t wear a hat.”
A second, who resisted, said his nose was too fat!
The king tried reason, and he also tried terror,
but quickly realized that the latter’s an error,
so he promptly decided to appeal to God,
’cause these were strange people, these people of Podd,
for nothing was wrong… though each thought he was odd.
The king finally saw, although quite peculiar,
that the land would be lost — including their ruler! —
if he couldn’t find someone to carry out this task,
but there seemed no one else in his land left to ask.
Yet the Kingdom was saved, it turned out in the end,
all because the king knew that to save his own skin
he would have to step down from his throne, to the street,
and even though he didn’t like his own feet,
he became a great leader by hiding it inside,
and he ran ‘cross the hills to the far other side
to bring back an army or some kind of troop,
to finish forever this enemy poop.
I guess that is why some are kings, some are not,
We’re really all the same, and we’re all that we’ve got.
Originally published at ennyman.com.
I later had the story illustrated so it is now a children’s picture book.
Illustrations, including the one atop this page, by Ian Welshons.