The king sat in his silver bathtub one morning br And he realized, as he soaked in the soft bubbles br That you can not rule your kingdom from a silver bathtub br br So he did what any other king in a silver bathtub would do- br He got out. br br Looking down, he realized that he was standing on his silver rug br And as he dried his arms, he considered that perhaps br You cannot rule a kingdom from a silver bathroom rug br br So he slowly stepped off of the rug, and watched the patterns of his feet br Disappear into the silver carpet. br br The king walked over to his window and looked over his kingdom.