On Top

I stand up here and survey
The world go on its a way
And think unto myself
That if I had great wealth
A throne I would have made
From gold with velvet brocade
Then all day on it I would sit
And all who saw would admit
That as these things they do go
Well, he's a lucky so-n-so
then I would hand out favours
Like ice cream in many flavours
And my subjects they would dance
Like horses they would prance
So that I was entertained
Until nothing more remained
But for me to wave my hand
To the footmen at my command
And all would be provided
Ah yes! I have now decided
My being an underling must stop
For I deserve to be on top


Terry Rhiannyr
May, 2012