The King Calls For PARTY TIME!
'King replies,
βSon, we hate hogs, we're Hebrews
But you're home alive β That's miraculous news!β
βBring my Prince my robe, put my ring on his hand
Throw him a meat-feast all over long land!
Strike up bop band; let hot hoopla abound
For my son was lost; HOORAY, now he's found!β
