Far beyond the ocean deep, on a mountain tall and steep, there lived a king who COULD NOT SLEEP."" The rest of this details in fluent couplets the ridiculous efforts of the council, which has determined that the king needs quiet, to insure that he gets it. ""Workmen labored night and day to move the airport far away. . . . They blocked the kingdom's streets to cars, and took the crunch from candy bars. . . ."" We don't see the king himself until the end when it's revealed that he's just a baby and that it's not quiet but a lullaby he needs. . . . Oh, well. The principals are really Victoria Chess' gangs of lumpish workers and jowly councilmen, and though they all look pretty much alike, whether they appear in nightshirts, overalls or pinstriped suits, their collective presence on the spiffy, colored pages helps to energize Elkin's lilting little joke.