Here is an NGC encapsulated penny, supposedly XF-45, featuring an often maligned John Lackland, the Prince John in the Robinhood story, and King John to the rest of the world after he assumed the crown following the death of his more famous brother. King John got into dispute with his nobles, and they rebelled. He created an army called "John's Army" to face off against his nobility, and they came at him with an army named "Army of God". In a rather predictable outcome, the Army of God defeated John's Army, and he was forced to sign the Magna Carta. But poor John's troubles with his nobles continued, and he ended up fleeing for his life, lost the ancient crown jewels of the King of England, and was so depressed by this loss that he soon fell ill and died of dysentery.
King John was not a good man, He had his little ways. And sometimes no one spoke to him For days and days and days. And men who came across him, When walking in the town, Gave him a supercilious stare, Or passed with noses in the air – And bad King John stood dumbly there, Blushing beneath his crown. King John was not a good man, And no good friends had he. He stayed in every afternoon … But no one came to tea. And, round about December, The cards upon his shelf Which wished him lots of Christmas cheer, And fortune in the coming year, Were never from his near and dear, But only from himself. King John was not a good man, Yet had his hopes and fears. They’d given him no present now For years and years and years. But every year at Christmas, While minstrels stood about, Collecting tribute from the young For all the songs they might have sung, He stole away upstairs and hung A hopeful stocking out. King John was not a good man, He lived his life aloof; Alone he thought a message out While climbing up the roof. He wrote it down and propped it Against the chimney stack: “TO ALL AND SUNDRY – NEAR AND FAR – F. CHRISTMAS IN PARTICULAR.” And signed it not “Johannes R.” But very humbly, “JACK.” “I want some crackers, And I want some candy; I think a box of chocolates Would come in handy; I don’t mind oranges, I do like nuts! And I SHOULD like a pocket-knife That really cuts. And, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all, Bring me a big, red india-rubber ball!” King John was not a good man – He wrote this message out, And gat him to his room again, Descending by the spout. And all that night he lay there, A prey to hopes and fears. “I think that’s him a-coming now, (Anxiety bedewed his brow.) “He’ll bring one present, anyhow – The first I’ve had for years. “Forget about the crackers, And forget about the candy; I’m sure a box of chocolates Would never come in handy; I don’t like oranges, I don’t want nuts, And I HAVE got a pocket-knife That almost cuts. But, oh! Father Christmas, if you love me at all, Bring me a big, red india-rubber ball!” King John was not a good man – Next morning when the sun Rose up to tell a waiting world That Christmas had begun, And people seized their stockings, And opened them with glee, And crackers, toys and games appeared, And lips with sticky sweets were smeared, King John said grimly: “As I feared, Nothing again for me!” “I did want crackers, And I did want candy; I know a box of chocolates Would come in handy; I do love oranges, I did want nuts. I haven’t got a pocket-knife – Not one that cuts. And, oh! if Father Christmas had loved me at all, He would have brought a big, red india-rubber ball!” King John stood by the window, And frowned to see below The happy bands of boys and girls All playing in the snow. A while he stood there watching, And envying them all… When through the window big and red There hurtled by his royal head, And bounced and fell upon the bed, An india-rubber ball! AND OH, FATHER CHRISTMAS, MY BLESSINGS ON YOU FALL FOR BRINGING HIM A BIG, RED INDIA-RUBBER BALL! A.A. Milne
