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
That lunch lady's glare
The prince and old lady shade
General woo very nearly smiled
Saw the light in the little child
The prince and old lady shade