Oh we know: that crown he craves, a feathered cap- we’ve seen em!
Loud and Strong: his bugle sounds, a beating drum- take cover!
March along: he’ll shake your hand, a Reynard’s mask- no other!
His turret views- our folded arms, the anchor drops- together!
Oh we know: The blade he wields, a fool’s gold sheath- we’ve seen em!
Picture that: upon the throne, a jester’s hat- take cover!
The Raven caws: a siren’s song, for one and all- no other!
A War of words: his legacy, lost at sea- forever!
If his soapbox had wheels would he win the race?
If his soapbox had wheels would he still stand a chance?
If his soapbox had wheels would he win the race?
If his soapbox had wheels would he get down to dance?

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