You like to set things
up so nicely.
What's the matter, dear?
Hiding something behind
that persistent snear?
Coming off cold
and treating everyone
Indifferently.
It must be awfully lonesome
sitting atop that thrown.
Don't you know,
Everyone has their own crown?
Am I giving myself away?
Either way,
You will never bring me down.
Don't frown.
It's not nice to fall
short with the game
you helped create.