Dashing through my meadow
Content with my ignorance
A realm absent of shadows
Where I am the king and the prince

   A palace of freedom
    A castle immune to worry
     A keep where sorrow is seldom
      A hold in which thoughts are the flurry

Considered a fair ruler of inherited land
But do understand, no idea is banned
I must command the unmanned gland
to see firsthand the matter at hand,
All within the tick of a second hand.

   Always on watch, defending my zone
    Always churning atop great the throne
     Always deny the unwelcome stones
      Always atone the unkempt grove

This is my home