The Pink Flamingo :: In Honor the New Ruler of the Universe

“….You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and...

You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain, Ill bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?...”

I try to be fair and balanced. When I think John McCain is wrong about something, I am going to come out and say so. Well, I think he is wrong about Barack Obama. Obama is not The One. He has taken Ming the Merciless' place as Ruler of the Universe. Let's face it, you just can't compete with the Ruler of the Universe.

In honor of the new Ruler of the Universe, I’ve composed a little ode de his greatness. I would like to take this time to apologize in advance for insulting the great artists who’s work I am pilfering. I think we should all do our part praising Rufus T. Firefly

Barack Obama, Ruler of the Universe.

“…Behold the sacred child of Horus,
the praised one! 
Hail, thou soul of Ra,
in the adored boat  Hail,
thou restful leader!
take possession of thy shrine. …" 2
“I'd like to build a world a home
and furnish it with love.
Grow apple trees and honey bees
and snowwhite turtle doves.
I'd like to teach the world
to sing in perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms
and keep it company.
I'd like to see the world for once
all standing hand in hand.
And hear them echo through the hills
for peace throughout the land….
let the world sing today.
A song of peace that echoes on
and never goes away....” 1
“…Behold the lord Obama of fear,
who causeth himself to come into being!
Hail, thou whose heart palpitateth not…
Behold the one beloved of gods and goddesses 
Hail, thou Obama …. the shining sunlight! 
Hail, thou flower honoured of Pharaoh!  Obama
… Behold the lord of youth…” 2
“…I am the sun 
I am the moon 
I am the word
I am the tune 
Play me …” 3
“…FROM the forests and highlands
We come, we come;
From the river-girt islands,
Where loud waves are dumb
Listening to my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle-bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus McCain was,
Listening to my sweet pipings….” 4
I am the Alpha and the Omega
The Beginning and the End
“…You took my hand. Was then you had known it?
Was that when you started loving me?
Was it the way I smiled that had shown it?
Was that the day you could see?...” 5
“…I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you….” 6
“… Ah - here comes the Sun king Obama.
Ev'rybody's laughing,
Ev'rybody's happy.
Here comes the Sun king Obama…." 7
“…Hail, royal one, coming forth in the body!
Hail, hereditary son, chief of the ranks of the gods!
Hail, lord of many existences!
Hail, thou whose substance is like gold in the temples!
Hail, lord of the duration of life, giver of years!...”
“…Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke: ….” 8
“…Hail, lord Obama living throughout eternity!
Hail, lord Obama worthy of many hundreds of thousands of praises!
Hail, brilliant one, both at thy rising and thy setting!
Hail to him who maketh pleasant all that which breatheth!
Behold the lord of great fear and trembling
Hail, lord Obama of many divinities!
Hail, resplendent... lord Obama of the royal crown!...” 9
“…She Obama walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her Obama's aspect and her Obama's eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies….” 10
“…I'm back in the USSR.
You don't know how lucky you are boys
Back in the USSR.
Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm.
I'm back in the USSR.
You don't know how lucky you are boy
Back in the USSR….” 11
“…The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's Obama in his Heaven—
All's right with the world!...” 12
“…`Blow, trumpet, for the world is white with May;
Blow trumpet, the long night hath rolled away!
Blow through the living world--"Let the King Obama reign."
`Shall Rome or Heathen rule in Arthur's Obama's realm?
Flash brand and lance, fall battleaxe upon helm,
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King Obama reign.
...Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King Obama reign.
`Blow trumpet! he will lift us from the dust.
Blow trumpet! live the strength and die the lust!
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King Obama reign.
... The King is King, Obama is Obam and ever wills the highest.
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King Obama reign.
`Blow, for our Sun Obama is mighty in his May!
Blow, for our Sun Obama is mightier day by day!
Clang battleaxe, and clash brand! Let the King Obama reign.
...In whom high God Obama hath breathed a secret thing.
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand! Let the King Obama reign.'
So sang the knighthood, moving to their hall.
There at the banquet those great Lords from Rome,
The slowly-fading mistress of the world,
Strode in, and claimed their tribute as of yore.
But Arthur Obama spake, `Behold, for these have sworn
To wage my wars, and worship me their King; Obama
The old order changeth, yielding place to new; ….” 13
“…Helen Obama, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicæan barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece Obama
And the grandeur that was Rome. Obama
Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy Land!...” 14
"...Rejoice, ye heavens; thou earth, reply;
with praise, ye sinners, fill the sky,
...God, Obama put forth thy power,
ride on, ride on, great Conqueror,
...Praise be given
evermore, by earth and heaven...."15

1 - I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing - Barry Manilow

2 - Hymn to Osiris-Sokar

3 - Play Me - Neil Diamond

4 - Hymn of Pan - Percy Bysshe Shelley
5 - We Were Made for Each Other - The Monkees
6 - Song of Myself - Walt Whitman

7 - Sun King - The Beatles
8 - Fear No More - William Shakespeare
9 - Hymn to Osiris Sokar
10 - She Walks in Beauty - Lord Byron
11 - Back in the USSR - The Beatles
12 - The Year's At The Spring - Robert Browning
13 - The Coming Of Arthur - Lord Alfred Tennyson
14 - To Helen - Edgar Allen Poe
15 - How Brightly Shines the Morning Star - Philipp Nicolai