Great kings had Egypt long ago, but yet I reigned before their day;
To epicures my reign I owe more than to any other thing—
Though guillotine I undergo, it keeps me not from being king.
With head cut off, I am a king; with neck cut off and head left on,
I will be king: yes! I’ll be king though head and neck should both be gone.
If head and foot I both should lose, a blood relation you’d espy;
For, then, a kin I would disclose: now tell, I pray, what king am I?
My FIRST is in the cornfield seen;