One Hell of a Butler

Dressed in your black suit, You attend my every whim. You dress me to the boot, And fill my tea to the rim. Your smile hides our dark lie. It’s hard being such a young head of this family. You told me in the end I must die, Or that’s how it is briefly. I serve the Queen, as you serve me. More of your kind roam England. And even others are around, you see. We must make our stand. You say you are simply one Hell of a butler. Without you, I’d be a peddler. Soulless is no cost to have you, my demon butler.