The Ballad of the Paper Crown

Tiffany wanted a paper crown, shiny thing from a shaky throne, the former ruler

lingered long, ’cause golden checks kept rollin’ on. From the Fisher Woman’s silver net

came comforts he would not forget, so when the vote came tied one night,

new ballots bloomed by candlelight. Oh, you can rise by truth or

scheme, by steady hands or crooked means. But crowns you steal don’t ever

fit the heads that rule by counterfeit. Now Bussman was a gentle man,

believed in rules, believed in plans, too kind, too fair, too slow to

fight, too fond of laws and doin’ right. All for the