It cannot be!
No, it’s not me!
And that is for a certainty!

The leaks and rats,
They drive me bats,
I’d like to hand them all their hats.

That Rosenstein,
And all his kind,
Upset my very stable mind!

What ballsy gall!
They’re traitors, all!
Over my reign, they cast a pall.

…. (to be continued)

To the tune of “Habanera,” Carmen