The heir aspired to rule the realm
To wield the sword, to wear the helm.
To walk the path of fathers fore,
A king known well, writ down in lore.

From air espied, a kingdom wide
From tip to tail a year's long ride
With worth in every hawk and boar,
Each forest green, each craggy shore.

A people vast, not without pride,
He must protect, respect, and guide
With wisdom, strength, and valour true,
Each noble, peasant, child, or shrew.

To err could cost a life or more
The throne, a chair with leaden core,
A heavy task, a heavy seat,
But one his heart was born to meet.