Your castles, and your palaces, and things, in Central Germany,
I "trample on"—like Plato's pride. Ha! does that make you squirm any?
Confer with your Court Marshal, if you like; I only promise I'll
Transfer my Tub—to Friedrichsruh, when up to change of domicile.
"How to command men" is my skill, as 'twas of him of Pontus, Sire,
You can't command such men as I just when you chance to want us, Sire!
As soon as Doctor Schweninger says he has no objection, Sire,
I'll travel to another Tub—but not of your selection, Sire.
Sings—
'Midst castles and palaces though I might roam,