The furry king

When Rupert the first of Amberland
sadly passed away
in his will he declared his heir
was the dog he took in as a stray

Pixie was scruffy, his body was bald
a tuft of hair grew on his head
the poor little dog had little idea
what would happen in the days ahead

Rupert's son was quite displeased
with his father's choice
he yelled and screamed and stamped his feet
no-one would hear his voice

So one night the human prince
crept up on Pixie's bed
but before he could unleash his wrath
Pixie awoke and fled

Cowered in a little nook
out of sight he stayed
until the royal military
took the prince away

The townsfolk they all cried with joy
they loved King Rupert dear
and were delighted to have
little Pixie as their heir