He read the polls, and knew the people’s will;
and every choice he made with them in mind:
yes this was rule by poll, so what’s the evil?
It’s regnum popularum: peace sublime.
Yet things went strangely wrong in his fair kingdom:
for poverty, disease and crime were raging,
in spite of his adherence to the dictum
that by, for, of the people brings flags waving.
And so he took one poll and then another
And hoped in polls solutions he would see
But asking polls was like asking your mother
If she would rather diamonds or old cheese.
For asking polls as much as one is able
Is just like seeking wisdom down in Babel.