The Might of Emperor Norton

Emperor Norton! Hail to thee,
Who dwelt beneath the banyan tree
And saw what we dared not to see
Across the river Jordan.

Down the street in robes of silt,
Amongst tall towers Order built,
Absolved of taxes, baths, and guilt,
Comes mighty Emperor Norton!

“Assemble in yon music hall!”
Goes out the mighty Emperor's call.
Let's go and join the madman's ball
To have our sentence shortened.

When riots bristle in the streets,
When cries and tears invade our sheets,
Chaos ebbs and then repeats,
A slave to Emperor Norton.

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