Once upon a time
In a kingdom far away
Lived a prince
With a parrot
That could never say nay
The prince was as fair
And as good and true
That he bore a mirror
On his shiny shoe
The king was old
And not that bright
My true son I am old
you are always right
Our land is no longer
As fair as should be
You must slay the dragon
From across the sea
Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word
The righteous prince
that was always true
Got his sword and his shield
and his shiny shoe
Ride forth into the land
He said to his nobel steed
For the holy truth
And the pious deed
He came across
a crouching man
With a cart full of books
in his nobel lands
Thy be a wizard I say
if mine eye is true
Deceitful words on parchment
carried by thy hans
My lord
who is just and true
This is but litter
to burn for my evening stew
The prince was glad
he did not like books
What have you cooking, he said
he was hungry by the looks
Oh, but lord
I am but a humble serve
But to the princ surprise
He was undeterred
This stew was of such a peculiar making
It had everything a heart could desire
And indeed it was a stew of marbles
That could build an empire
Come ride with me
this is my will as ever before
And the man-wizard
Bowed right down to the floor
Make my kingdom
great again
Was his dying word
Then it was not long
as you might say
They came upon a man
as pale as the day
In his cart you know
as you might have guessed
portraits of princes and princesses
They were quite underdressed
What heresy is this
As you well understand
the prince exclaimed
I am the only prince of this god given land
My lord with your inspection
This is but lost souls
Traped in their own reflection
They see only themselves
But in time they will only see you
If it be your wish
I will make it true
my just lord and fair prince
The prince was glad
He did not approve of false idols
So he quickly bestowed the man
With lands and titles
Let me put the lords grace
upon the land
And he bid the pale man follow
So to take a stand
Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words
And low and behold
soon again turning mellow
They came to see
this third odd fellow
With a cart full of pumpkin
I care not for this
It has to be great
It has to be spectacular
But the odd man say
My good prince look
This is no pumpkin
thy eyes have mistook
He drew out his wand and
biffe-dee-baffe-dee-boo
A golden carriage
You see
Will take you wherever
you need to be
You need think no more
Just relax your mind, it is so
No tedious decision upon
Where you want to go
I say let's go
beyond the heavens
To a land with red
and fruitful soil
What is this mystical land away
I need a place
To put bad people
That doesn't understand my greatness, to stay
Dark men
Eating cats and dogs
And obstinate witches with crooked noses
Eating squirrel and frogs
Make my kingdom
great again
Was hid dying words
....Now I am growing tiresome
my children
Your old grandpar say....
Oh now, you say that
the parrot I have forgotten
But mind you there was not only one
No it was not rotten
There was a whole lot
A choir of cockatoo
And as everyone knows
A whole lot mean true
this was indeed pleasing
for our dear prince delight
that he was the best
at every given plight
That all loved him
who was right of mind
Who was good
Not mad nor blind