So the year finally came Jehoshaphat of Judah, said to Ahab Israel's King,
We need to fight Syria. Is there a prophet of God, who can share what God thinks of this thing?
King Ahab replied there is Micah. But he never prophesies good.
Ahab's prophets said the battle is yours. Micah said, you don't do what you should.
Israel will be scattered like shepherdless sheep. King Ahab will be no more.
You see what I mean about Micah? He prophesies bad like before.
So Ahab said, I'll disguise myself. In battle I will not die.
Micah's words won't come true. I'll return here with you, and Micah will just be a lie.
Then Jehoshaphat wore the robe of a king but Ahab wore common clothes.
They went into battle and an arrow was shot. How it did this only God knows.
The arrow flew into the air. Someone shot it up with a zing.
When it came down it went straight through Ahab. And that was the end of the king.