Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he, He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. Old King Cole wore a bright golden crown, That sparkled in morning light, His smile was famous all over town, It made the whole kingdom bright. Old King Cole had a red royal robe, With buttons of silver shine, He danced and he jumped in his castle home, Having fun all the time! Old King Cole loved to play in the park, With children both short and tall, They'd laugh and they'd sing until it got dark, The king was friend to them all. Old King Cole had a fluffy white cat, Who purred on the royal throne, The cat wore a ribbon and sometimes a hat, And had toys of her very own. Old King Cole loved his garden so much, With flowers of every hue, Red, yellow, and purple, orange and such, And butterflies that flew. Old King Cole had a birthday each year, With cake piled high on a plate, His friends would all gather to give a big cheer, The party was always great! Old King Cole when it came time for bed, Would brush his teeth nice and clean, Put on his pajamas, blue, striped with red, And dream of the things he had seen. Old King Cole was the happiest king, That anyone ever did meet, His kingdom was peaceful, a wonderful thing, And made everyone's lives so sweet!
