Once upon a time, in the land of reason and backwards rhyme,
there lived a king named tappy, a benevolent dude who never stepped outside his prime -
'till his bride to be vanished shockingly, under a cold and dark night's cover.


Tappy opened up his eyes, took a good look around,
sensed a dark and ominous presence spreading evil from town to town, and

decreed: he couldnt rule without the queen, aimed for the sunset, and took off running.

Soon enough, he found himself falling through a cloud

of enemies, stale memories, confusion, self doubt, and a fair degree
of reluctant urgency at the task which lay before him.


A terrifying creature rose up from the ground -
kinda like puff the magic dragon, 'cept raining fire and brimstone down.
So said he: god save the queen, I'll die to bring you down.


Tappy and the beast, you know they two could not make peace...
They rolled for days in contest and embrace to say the least.

But tappy's soul was shaken, and his will started breaking
when he recognized his adversary and saw he'd been forsaken.


Though he summoned all the cavalry, they just circled round.
That was the moment tappy realized how he'd go down in history -
he couldn't do a thing, for she wore the ring -

and it was TAPPY AGAINST THE CROWN.