There’s a lone street lamp somewhere in the fog.
Lighting the way through the murderous bog.
Without it everyone would be hopelessly lost,
Dead in the swamp, covered by frost.
The lamp is famous, loved by all,
Travelers obey its luminous call.
The lives it saves too numerous to count
Shames the Grim Reaper, making him dismount.
The lone street lamp, always alight,
Was brought down due to one man’s spite.
The emperor of La La Land was on his way
Through the deadly swamp on a very sunny day.
Thinking, like emperors are wont to do,
Of his own magnificence, not of me or you.
Completely lost in these enticing thoughts
He collided with the lamp while dreaming of yachts.
Irately proclaimed it had no business there
With the weather so sunny and clear as air.
With some men with unrefined hands
Ensured the life-saving lamp no longer stands,
The emperor was not pleased, men like him never are.
Travelers no more return without the guiding star.