King of Kings.

Once, I was walking through a forest, and I heard a

knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knocking

So I opened the door to my imagination, and I

Saw a little bird start mocking

the big bad wolf. His complaints went were unheard,

The ones of the wolf, not those of the bird.

So I started thinking, why was a bird fighting with wolf

In the middle of a forest?

Nither of them could best the other, not while one did not listen to his brother.

I guess its because, no one ever listens.

Or understands.