When all the words a king may say Lay lifeless on the ground And windstorms blow them far away With not a single sound. Then no one any worry pays As acquiescence he seeks But ears awake and eyebrows raise When e'er the cannon speaks. She speaks to warriors from the east And armies from the south. And words of wisdom should, at least, Fall tumbling from her mouth. And when she sings, she hums her song, Her voice in dulcet choir, She whispers from her dragon's tongue Her words like dragon's fire. So, in the night when all is still She rests her weary head And looks out over yonder hill Where angels fear to tread. As daylight shows once more, she'll preach And boldly yip and yell To sermonise another speech And send them all to hell.