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HE Sun is the King of the Fairy Realms, And a Monarch we all know well; So let us gaze high o’er the skies and see Where this King and his courtiers dwell. ’Tis a beautiful palace of solid gold, With jewels and jems galore; And all of the Fairies, both rich and poor, Are welcome within its door.

He works very hard for a Royal King, For there always appears to be A legion of things to be done each day That no one can do but he. So, calling his chariot every morn, Through the regions of space he’s whirled, With a thousand bright Sunbeams to wait on him On his journey around the world.

When taking this trip, he is always dressed In an armor of shining gold; And he carries a sword made of rays of light. Which he uses, so I am told,