In Nineteen-Sixty-Three I was the name of rather long movie, But you go a little further back, back into Egypt's past, if you want to know the real me, One thing you might know, is that I was the last Pharoah, my word was the same as a god's, But you might not have known, though I was Egypt-grown, that I was actually Greek, not Egyptian at all

Despite my name, I'm not the colt of a donkey, As the political plot, with a stubborn mascot, when I was born hadn't yet started, In fact, I was the start, of the blue ties without a heart, to lead this bigoted country, So bigoted was I, that even when forced with constitutional law, I refused to do what was right for the people, forcibly departed

The shepherd’s staff denying its identity,

The final word of a movie by the man who unleashed a Martian invasion on Grovers Mill, New Jersey.

I'm a process that occurs beneath the surface of the Earth, I replace once-living remains with inorganics, but of my finished work there is a dearth Well I can't preserve everything, you know how hard it is to protect a gene? My favorite song involves repeating two stomps and a clap, by the British band Queen