Once Norris Ronson,
Did dream to be king,
To live like a Pharaoh,
And hark as they sing.
But scruffy and useless,
With a wit that was slow,
How he would do it,
He didn't quite know...
Then sat in his bedroom,
He had an idea,
- The jape of the month,
The wheeze of the year!
'I'll tell them all falsehoods,
I'll tell them all lies...
It's brilliant, yes!
-The perfect disguise...'
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