Herod's Request of the Magi

To Herod's men Bring me those men, the so-called sages It's time for me to flip the pages Gather intel, justification Motives hidden, seeking negation I can't be sitting, must do something This fabled king is just a young thing Can't be allowed to go on living These men, their lies, are all misgiven This star of mystery must be found These men I need to be brought around But don't reveal my sinister plan Unwittingly they'll be middlemen To the sages So now I hear you seek the star child I must admit it has me beguiled In Bethlehem it is sink or swim I must know now of the likes of him When you find him, quickly back to me For I am offering my decree That I may fall down on bended knee And worship him, the tiny baby