I am a King,
Or an Emperor rather,
I wear crown—imperial
And prince’s—feather;
Golden—rod is the sceptre
I wield and wag,
And a broad purple flag—flower
Waves for my flag.
Elder the pithy
With old—man and sage,
These are my councillors
Green in old age;
Lord—and—ladies in silence
Stand round me and wait,
While gay ragged—robin
Makes bows at my gate.