The prince was a bird Not guilty or the like A true friend sip and soft No suffering cry
All names and some cranks He'd powdered all off Their sycophantic gifts were never enough Old lady shade turns a vespertilian thing A motion event A friend of the jinn!
The prince and old lady shade
She has a fair eye She takes her fair share of the city's mid day That lunch lady's glare
The prince and old lady shade
General woo very nearly smiled Saw the light in the little child