Once upon a time in a far-off land called Allwerk, Not too long ago, everyone kept themselves busy, Rushing about, moving things along with great haste, Each with their own bee-like tasks to fulfill.
They constructed buildings and kept the clock ticking, Managed banks and constantly updated books. No one tolerated idlers, slackers, or crooks.
They wasted nothing, not even a scrap. Their gardens grew healthy, towering vegetables. Flowers near schools or churches were nowhere to be found. “Flowers are frivolous, only fools plant them,” they declared.
In a small house on the main road, Near Skinbumpish the toad’s ditch, Lived a girl named Karina in a single room. But her yard was a colorful bloom of flowers.
Karina adored planting and nurturing flowers, Tiny bluebells hanging low, daffodils bright and floppy, And silky, vibrant roses in a dazzling array of colors.
The townsfolk hurried by, tsk-ing and shushing, Only speaking to Karina to question her choices. “Why waste your time with flowers? Didn’t you learn That flowers are frivolous, planted only by fools?”
One day, a messenger in red arrived, Announcing that King Zingly Zartuffle McFrown Would visit Allwerk the next day To witness their bee-busy work firsthand.
Panic ensued. “Karina must go! We can’t let the King see her frivolous flowers. We must hide her foolishness from the King.”
They decided to build a tall wall around her house, Hiding her yard and its colorful blooms. They used bricks, stones, old bones, branches, and sticks, Wasting nothing as they built the wall high.
The wall was so tall it concealed the flowers and the toad. The townspeople sighed in relief and awaited the King. King Zingly surprised them by arriving from the sky, Landing his winged carriage right by the wall.
He shook hands with Mayor Lord Zanz, Then looked around and noticed the wall. “Where are the flowers I saw from the air?” he asked.
The townspeople gasped in fear for their fate, But Karina, hearing this, opened the gate.
“No!” cried Lord Zanz, “Don’t look! Don’t mind Karina who refuses to mature. She only plants flowers and ignores our rules, And flowers are frivolous, planted by fools.”
King Zingly stood silent for a moment, Then addressed Lord Zanz, “That’s not true. Flowers are medicinal, flowers are beautiful. Growing bright flowers is a noble duty.
Your bee-busy work is important, but so is The nurturing of tiny bluebells and vibrant roses. They are lovely to see and refreshing to smell.”
Lord Zanz and the townspeople were astonished. “But, what do you mean? What should we do? We only grow food, we need rules, And flowers are frivolous, planted by fools.”
King Zingly walked into Karina’s yard and declared, “Tear down this wall to share this beauty. These flowers should be cared for and admired. He turned to Karina, gazing into her eyes.
“Your talents are wasted in this dull town, Where flowers are unwelcome and bring only frowns. I’ve searched the land for someone like you. Will you come be my queen?”
Karina agreed and took his hand. “I declare – Queen Karina of all the land! Her flowers are regal! She’s now our ruler! Flowers aren’t frivolous, and you were the fools.”