When I was a Weepy I was in great nickBut I took a decision Which did not clickMy handlers told meNow you must fall sickAs a Chairman I feltI too had some choiceNot yet a PresidentAt least I was a ViceThey wanted me onlyAs "His Masters Voice"Now I shall pack bagsAnd forget any crownI used to be a lawyerThough not of renownToo big for old jacketI still fit in my old gownI think I am still popularMust sponsor an eventMy plan is quite uniqueWithout any precedentIf I contest SCBA pollsI can still be a President!
