For Just a Song

While a sovereign prince I visited a sovereign state Whose name shall remain For the time being a secret I hoped to find a sovereign cure For a malady that had afflicted My paramount sovereign ruler And hampered his dutiful reign Need I remind you that I, myself, Was a royal blooded offspring Of a sovereign lord? Or that I Was on a royal mission abroad? Nonetheless, and that notwithstanding I traveled abroad on this secret mission To find this most rare sovereign remedy Of an even rarer sovereign contempt The doctor (or to be frank witchdoctor) Whose sovereign virtue was sovereignty Had been accorded a rare sovereign right To explore these rare sovereign remedies His sovereign- whom he called president- Was not as preeminent as my sovereign As you will in due course come to learn He was of a much lesser breed, I guess But his people- also of a lesser breed, Had given him what he called a mandate Not sovereign power like my monarch But he was very proud of that mandate If he had been a Czar, or Emperor or King I might have reciprocated with a noble bow, But that is reserved for an indisputable chief Or heads of powers like the United States This one had the supreme remedy that I needed That my sovereign had ordered me to procure So I bowed quickly, a shorter version, anyway And then rose again to my full padded height Upon which I was handed several magic portions Several thousand carats of gold, diamond, rubies Several thousand acres of land for my experiments And several virgins to cure my sovereign’s ailments!