A young man with sharp eyes of blue
Contrasting with severe, pale skin
We'll call him the villain, for none among you
Could trust a man with lips so thin

Dark hair – well, that has sealed his fate
If he was fair-haired, we may have overlooked
His soulless smirk and words of hate
The jobs and the smiles and the lives that he took

'So how,' you ask, 'has he become
The leader of this sullen land?'
If you'll hush a second, hasty one,
You'll hear him, and you'll understand

His voice is silken, smooth as ice
His words are twisted to his will
England, entranced by this device
Will overlook the deadly chill

And see how he moves – his legs and arms
Are restrained into a dance of grace
This gorgeous walk adds to his charms
You'll soon forget his frightful face

And find yourself obeying him
Don't deny it, now, I saw your eyes
You'll pander to his every whim
You'll love the man whom I despise

Everyone does, everyone's flung
Into his honeyed trap of sin
You'll want him to love you, this lord of the tongue
You'll hate yourself – but all that matters is him