Above the mountains
Alone in the clouds
Around you a grey mist shroud

Down the mountains
Live poor peasants
Laughing at them aloud

High above you wear your crown
Finding amusement in others’ frown
Isolated in desire
A fort of thirsty fire
Impregnable or so you thought

Down
           Down
                       Jack fell down
Following his tumble you broke your crown
Can you still laugh
Can you still mock
When you always were
Below their ground