The Mad King once found a snake underneath his belly in the morning; having a cup of tea dripped in dessert, he found it dangling from his underbreeches.
“Ho there young one!” said the King. “Why dost thou intend to bite me in my underbreech?”
“So, so not so there,” said the snake. “I only intend to ride.”
“Ride? Where is it you shall go?”
“Wherever you do master.”
And with it a crown was made from him and put upon the head of all who disrespect the King’s Uterus.