king on the hill

There's a king on the hill
with the sun as his crown
standing so proud and still
in a landscape of brown

There's one with the wheels
holding a crimson magic wand
waving away at the hills
keeping the standing king fond

Not a soul saw the one
with the wheels and the wand
not a soul dare squeak a word
not a word dare make a sound

There's a king on the hill
looking down at the land
his golden crown blinding all
looking up from the ground