Lo, and behold! A sight unpleasant,
The man who pretends to be king when he is a pheasant,
The man whose life is full of deception and lies,
Everyone hopes one day his luck falls and dies,
For each soul he has met is now full of grief,
For they thought he was kind, oh see their disbelief?
That now this man who enjoys spreading dread,
Is now being hunted by me, and soon will be dead.