There was a river that was really shallow
that everyone who did cannonballs in it
would end up in the emergency room.
So the river was so shallow that one day
it was low tide in the river, and it was empty
the river was, and someone broke his arm
and was eaten by a crocodile. Then one day
the king did it, and he was eaten too, but not
by a crocodile. It was his imaginary friend.
