The Dictator

In the reign of King Zing,
he made us all sing.
If he did not blink,
he’ll give us bling bling.
If not, bad bad bad!

Ding ding ding, the bell.
How it went, pray tell?
One by one we fell.
See you all in Hell.
Argh argh, dead dead dead!

“Enough!”, yelled the people.
Hang him on the steeple.
Off they went, unnumberable.
Then he came, crippled.
Chop chop, head head head!