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


The prince and old lady shade