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...'