Mer De Noms

"A sea of fish, men, and glue,

What has become, has become of you?

Sent through time, thieves, beggars, and kings,

To, collect all of the power rings...

Wars against Nazis, beggars, and Borgs,

Then he collects his power swords...

Then he returns, he returns to his home,

Only to be looked at, begged to give back Rome...

He looks at them poshly, designs his own swords,

And tells them all once, I have since become Lords...

He looks at them ghastly, and fainted and low,

Then told them once more, There's something I know...

Though I did the flirting, and verily so,

There are stones in your mouth, and naught but a throw...

They will slay these two birds, and take care of things,

And in naught but a while, make princes kings."