'Your Highness' says he as he bows low to the ground
So low that his forehead almost scrapes it
'I am but your utter most humble servant
To do what benefits and pleases your gloryness'
These words he spoke so slippery and oily
That should you step on them you would surely slip
"Yes, yes I know that you're here to serve me
To grant my wishes as I ask, nay my demands
But what I ask is your reward for service such as this"
'A trifling, a whimsy, mere bagatelle, not much at all
This paper sign, it gives me right to something
Something worth nothing at all, not even a cent
It is merely your soul, it is of no use to you
To be honest it's of no use to me, but you see
They look good on my mantle piece and there they sit
So really you see, I give so much to you
And take but nothing of any worth in return
There is the deed, here is the pen, sign on the line'
The man pondered, eyes glinting with greed
To have the world at his feet, Emperor of all around
The pen he took, signed his name, done was the deed
'A wise choice, the world will know your name
All will tremble and all will fear, yours is the world'
One last bow and one last scrape and gone in a puff
Left behind was a sulphur stench and smoke in the air