In my kingdom there is but one table,
All my subjects partake in my cheer;
We would all have champagne were we able,
As it is, we have plenty of beer;
And ’tis I am the gipsy king.
A king, and a true one, am I;
No courtiers nor ministers here!
I see everything with my own eye,
And hear everything with my own ear.
No conspiracies I apprehend,