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The bailiffs then led him, 
To the Royal Judges Court, 
Where there’s “No mercy, no justice”, 
For men of his sort. 
The D.A. then saw him, 
And loudly did sing, 
I demand the “Royal Works” 
For this Polly wog King. 
The Queen hearing this, 
Roared mid much laughter, 
D.A. you’re a genius, 
That’s the guy we’re after. 
The Counsel came forward, 
His demeanor was grave. 
Your Honor don’t do this, 
This man is no slave. 
Tke watery birth of a 
Shellback 
25 July. 
Shocks, Stocks and Knocks 
25 July. 
For he is the King, 
’Tis plain to be seen, 
By the Halo encircling, 
His Royal, Noble Bean. 
Said the Pollywog King, 
Your court is a mess, 
My subjects all took it, 
And I’ll do my best. 
To the chair he was led, 
While all hands watched the clock, 
The juice was applied, 
With a most awful shock. 
The Doctor then grabbed him 
And with knife, saw, and pill 
Hacked, cut and doctored, 
Till the King was quite ill. 
The barber was waiting, 
By the Royal Barber Chair, 
Three cuts, then the clippers 
And ruined was his hair. 
Then came the tonic, 
With an odor most rank 
With a push and a shove 
He took off for the tank. 
He was pummeled and pushed, 
Till on the bottom he sat 
And then with a heave, 
He flew out on the mat. 
The gauntlet was waiting 
And did try to tame 
This Pollywog King, 
Who proved himself game. 
Tho tortured and beaten, 
He had the right spirit, 
Proving to all 
The name “King” he did merit. 
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