Cannibal King ruled his island with fear
Nobody knew when he'd chop off an ear
He was so cruel, as everyone knows
whoever opposed him might lose all his toes!
Horrid and hairy and so full of hate
he cared about nothing as long as he ate
He'd sit on his throne and he'd munch and he'd chew
and his favourite dinner was Missionary Stew
In secret his subjects began to rebel -
"If he were inflated his tummy would swell"
They thought and they talked and they planned and they searched
for something to make the Royal Turn burst
Then someone remembered a special seaweed.
"That's it" they all cried, "it's just what we need.
It grows in the water to such a great size
if it gets inside him he'll have a surprise!"
"Your Majesty, I have prepared you a treat"
the Chef told the King, "- full of spices and meat.
It tastes even better when you've drunk a lot
I've entitled it. Sire, the Royal Hot Pot".
The King smacked his lips for he had a great thirst
then started to drink and no longer did curse
But when he began this delectable hash
he exploded of course with a bang and a crash.
The seaweed's brought trade to this island so fair
They export the king's dinghies in thousands by air
