Things I'll Never See

I met a man as old as Old, (And maybe older still) He told me of the things he'd seen, Things I never will. He told me of a king he'd met, Who ruled his land with zeal, But his courtiers never told him, That his kingdom wasn't real. He told me of the Slambler, How it slumbles when it slorbs, He told of the fun he'd had, Making up new words. He told me of a monster, Whose eyes were cold and mean, People said it had three heads, Though it hadn't yet been seen. And then he went upon his way, I think about him still, I think about the things he's seen, Things I never will.