Perfection, of a kind, is what he is after,
And the poetry he invented is easy to understand,
He knows human folly like the back of his hand,
And is greatly interested in armies and fleets,
When he laughs, respected senators burst with laughter,
And when he cries, little children die in the streets.
And the poetry he invented is easy to understand,
He knows human folly like the back of his hand,
And is greatly interested in armies and fleets,
When he laughs, respected senators burst with laughter,
And when he cries, little children die in the streets.
