One small glass of water. The waiter said, "THAT WAS THE ORDER". In the pantry the man looked at me. We have no water, LET IT BE. What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY ! OFF WITH MY HEAD, It seems to me. Oh your honor, the pantry said, "LET BE". WHAT ! No water in my kingdom ! But, what, after this - TO SEA. Find me some water - ON ONE KNEE. That is your quest - NOW FLEE ! Yes your majesty - A crusade it will be. For a small glass of water. CALL IN QUARTER - YES. EVEN THE PORTER. from my poem book DREAMS 2