It's said Pharaoh spoke in twittering rhyme
Due to his lacking a crucial enzyme,
Because he ate off of a golden plate
What he'd repeatedly regurgitate.
His crown was golden too, a heavy weight
He wore a rug beneath to soothe his pate.
He smote his enemies with a scepter,
A wand of lead he called his "preemptor."
He had a single rigid policy:
"I'll destroy you before you can hurt me."
That was more than five thousand years ago.
This palette is all that's left of Pharaoh.
They say he ruled a united Egypt,
Leaving nothing not ravaged, empty, or stripped.
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