The Ballad of King Norris the Hopeless

Once Norris Ronson, Did dream to be king, To live like a Pharaoh, And hark as they sing. But scruffy and useless, With a wit that was slow, How he would do it, He didn't quite know... Then sat in his bedroom, He had an idea, - The jape of the month, The wheeze of the year! 'I'll tell them all falsehoods, I'll tell them all lies... It's brilliant, yes! -The perfect disguise...'