We were potent and powerful, a dignified lot
With our ivory towers and our meaningless knots
We ruled all the lands from a suitable height
While watching the weak in their infinite plight
When one noble man in his cold, savvy air
Watched too much of their blatant despair
Whence called he us to do our gallant deed
We listened and each of his words we did heed
We followed him down to each lower house
Where we scoffed with contempt at each utter louse
Whilst the people thanked us deep from their core
Whence we rose and returned from excessive rapport
  To our plated-steel windows and our triple-locked doors
  To hide midst illusions, just as before.