Once Norris Ronson,

Did dream to be king,

To live like a Pharaoh,

And hark as they sing.

But scruffy and useless,

With a wit that was slow,

How he would do it,

He didn't quite know...

Then sat in his bedroom,

He had an idea,

- The jape of the month,

The wheeze of the year!

'I'll tell them all falsehoods,

I'll tell them all lies...

It's brilliant, yes!

-The perfect disguise...'