King Vanity furnished a gilded frame
Which all his fools sought to claim,
To place his picture there within,
That all the world may flatter him.
Knight Conceited raised his head.
"I'll win this prize, I will!" he said.
But Knight Meek was well aware.
He said, "I see no purpose here."
Scorning him, up took their swords
And fought the other like drunken lords.
Now as they were preoccupied,
Their enemy came with passive stride
And slew them all with one great blow;
Then in the end, all came to know
That gilded frame, now bloody and slight
Was not worth their glance, much less their life.