There he sat atop his throne
As he looked upon his palace of stone
He was the king the mighty king
And of him all would sing
Of socko the mighty ruler
Surely no sock puppet could be cooler
Than the leader of all sock puppets
He was better than even the Muppets
He thought of when he was young
The time when he almost got his fabric unstrung
He was out looking for his lost button
When he caught sight of something a cuttin
The curious boy he was went towards it
Back then he didn�t have much wit
The cutters went down on him and he was shredded
He was being unthreaded
Away he fled back to sock puppet land
And onto his puppet hand
But now he was king
He ruled through winter, summer, fall, and spring
Well off to his bath full of suds
And then to a bleaching with his buds
Then to hang the clothesline for a nap
After that to check on his grand pap
Who was beginning to get holes
Old age and long use was taking its tolls
Grandpa had been in all the wars
Against the sock monkeys, the finger puppets
Where he led the attack, sounded the trumpets
Ripptheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee he would shout
And the enemies he would rout
That�s how it went with the sock puppet dictator