A great plate of food set before me now,
the golden, glorious sun rising high.
Paco, Sayen and Nina coming running.
What you have I want, the animals say gathering.
Yes, an entourage to mark this power.
Yes, I am their master—of all around.
Suddenly: Africa barks in the road
and the august orb fades behind a cloud.
Paco and Nina run out to defend,
A fly lands on the warm banana cake.
Sayen is turned licking her white belly.
So much for long reign and recognition.
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