FEET OF CLAY

My idol sat on a golden throne
Encrusted with gems and precious stones
Dressed it was, in a golden light
From head to foot it was pure white
From day to day, it used to sit
On the golden throne; I worshipped it
With gentle hands I'd clean the throne
And shine the gems and precious stones

The idol began to shake one day
I found it had feet of clay
No longer did I see a golden light
Smears of black marred the pure white
The gems and all the precious stones
No longer shone on the golden throne

Quickly I covered it with silken robes
Hid the feet from eyes that probe
But though the feet I could not see
The idol lost its charm for me