The Pope he is a happy man, <br />His Palace is the Vatican, <br />And there he sits and drains his can: <br />The Pope he is a happy man. <br />I often say when I'm at home, <br />I'd like to be the Pope of Rome. <br /> <br />And then there's Sultan Saladin, <br />That Turkish Soldan full of sin; <br />He has a hundred wives at least, <br />By which his pleasure is increased: <br />I've often wished, I hope no sin, <br />That I were Sultan Saladin. <br /> <br />But no, the Pope no wife may choose, <br />And so I would not wear his shoes; <br />No wine may drink the proud Paynim, <br />And so I'd rather not be him: <br />My wife, my wine, I love, I hope, <br />And would be neither Turk nor Pope.<br /><br />William Makepeace Thackeray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/commanders-of-the-faithful/
