Never disparage the Emperor, not to anyone. He'll find out,
And then he'll fly into an awful rage. His face will turn red,
And he'll call you names. He'll put taxes on goods which
You sell to his country. He may say he'll seize it, your country,
That is, and there's no way to stop him. The whole world's
Cowed. He may be a buffoon, a ridiculous loser, who's unfit
To shovel out dung from a stable, but, for your own good,
You must never let anyone know that you know what he is.