All the Kings horses and all the Kings men
Stood and looked at humptys body
And thought of there wife's and children

They tryed to fix his porcelain colored skin
Butchers and cobblers came from far away lands
With faint cinnamon smells following past silky tanned skin

His bulbous body was kept in a small locked room
From time to time the king would visit the oddly shaped man
Thinking that he had herd him breathing in his sleep

Years later the king lost his mind
Some think it was because of the egg shaped man
No one ever came for him