We Make Them Feel Special

The President and Monarch to me seem the same As 'twould seem they only do live for their own fame With them more than most it is me, myself and I And their egos will be with them till the day that they die We make them feel special and them we admire And of singing their praises we can't seem to tire But are they that different to us or the sheep or the cow When to the father of time we too have to bow And the Reaper eventually claims the life from us all As well as all creatures and life forms the great and the small Only Nature herself will live forever more And of years few humans do live beyond the four score The facts tell us so and facts never lie That we are mere mortals and born to die.