Because I can't resist it, some final thoughts and a song.

Panjandrum. Little Hitler. Führer. What I say goes. Little tin god. High and mighty.
Abuse of power. Anyone remember this?

When we caught the seven hundred men
Who said: “suspend them by their fuzz.”
Was I Wazir? – I was.
………”Was he Wazir? – He was.”
When the keeper of the royal zoo was short a cock-a-too or two
Who sealed him in a pot of glue?
Was I Wazir? – I was.
………”Was he Wazir? – He was.
………He has a way of learning what he wants to know
………Delicate, but to the point.”
They always seem to remember
When I begin to dismember
Them arm by arm and ear by ear and joint by joint.
When the court musician lost his grasp
And let his lute begin to rasp
Who had him bitten by an asp?
Was I Wazir? – I was.
………”Was he Wazir? – He was.”
The time we caught the man who said I wasn’t nice
………”Joy! O joy! That was a time”
I confiscated his mother
And then did something or other
Involving her dissolving in a vat of lime.
When at last in manner neat deft
I’ve hacked and hatcheted and cleft
Until no one but me is left
I want it clear
………”He wants it clear”
I was Wazir.
………”And is Wazir
………In every single charming and disarming thing he does.”
Was I Wazir?
………”Wazir he was.”

From the musical Kismet.
Based on “Hassan” by James Elroy Flecker.
Music adapted from the Polovtsian Dances from Borodin’s Prince Igor