THE RAINBOW KING

The Rainbow King is a small, stout fellow,

With a rainbow coloured suit.

He wears a crown and holds a sceptre,

And there are wings on either boot.

Whenever it rains, and the sun is out,

You can see him jump for joy.

Rising up into the sky,

A delight for girl or boy.

His little legs run through the air,

Forming the rainbow's arc.

He clearly is having so much fun,

To him it is a lark.

The colours of his suit spill out,

And colours the sky around.

And once the rainbow has been formed,

He returns to Earthly ground.

And there where the rainbow finally ends,

I've often heard it told.

The rainbow king leaves a gift,

A pot of rainbow gold.