Sitting at His table one day, <br />God and the devil a game did play; <br />Hated humanity was at stake; <br />Well, the first picked Bonaparte; <br />The other drew, and for his part, <br />'Twas Mastai that he did take. <br /> <br />Impoverished abbey, thin as a sprite! <br />Petty prince, small and filled with spite, <br />Truly a thoughtless brat! <br />Oh what a worthless pot! <br />'Twas God that had the losing lot <br />So the devil won them both at that. <br /> <br />God the Father cried, 'Take them you! <br />You will not know what to do <br />With them'; the devil laughed; 'Good sir- <br />That's where you're wrong,' the devil said, <br />And of the one a pope he made, <br />And of the other an emperor.<br /><br />Victor Marie Hugo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-32/
