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I. Where's your kingdom, little king? / Where the land you call your own, / Where your palace and your throne? / Fluttering lightly on the wing / Through the blossom-world of May, / Whither lies your royal way, / Little king?
_Far to northward lies a land / Where the trees together stand / Closely as the blades of wheat / When the summer is complete. / Rolling like an ocean wide / Over vale and mountainside, / Balsam, hemlock, spruce and pine, -- / All those mighty trees are mine. / There's a river flowing free, -- / All its waves belong to me. / There's a lake so clear and bright / Stars shine out of it all night; / Rowan-berries round it spread / Like a belt of coral red. / Never royal garden planned / Fair as my Canadian land! / There I build my summer nest, / There I reign and there I rest, / While from dawn to dark I sing, / Happy kingdom! Lucky king! _