Mephistopheles Perverted

Once long ago there lived a Flea
Who kept such a fine, fat King
Not that he held with royalty
But the appearance of the thing
And gave his Majesty to hold
(Such pageantries are far too few)
A sword of ruby-hilted gold
That might hack a cheese in two;
But lest this glory might begin
To prove the regency too far
His thunderbolt they made of tin
And changed his godship for another Star

Thus when the Monarch drove abroad
With stars like buttons round his chest
God-fearing Fleas would all applaud
And grudging Lice be so impressed
Such relics every Flea must flaunt
If only as the final trump
That mocks Materialism's taunt
There’s more to life than Suck and Jump
Once long ago—but not so long—
A King went curing scrofula . .
The chorus of this charming song
Is Ha, Ha, Ha...
The chorus of this charming song
Is Ha, Ha, Ha...