There once was a Prince
Who was but ten
That lived in a huge old castle
Which was dusty and dry.
Then his Tudor came to say
"Let's get our books
So that we don't have to put
Our brains in nooks
to stay."
But the Prince wanted to play.
So while his Tudor wasn't looking,
He decided to skip and play hooky.
And he went away.
So the Prince
The sweet darling Prince
Went out to play.
He played by the woods.
He played by the stream.
He played by the old back gate.
But as the sun sank to the west,
He decided that he was hungry and needed a rest.
But as he got to the castle gate,
He saw the Queen, his mother looking irate.
So as
Fair was the picture
That I did believe
Fair were the thoughts
That I did conceive
Fair were the words
That I did make
Fair was the path
That I did take
Fair was the hand
That led me to my grave
Fair was the land
That bid me to stay
Fair was the deed
That became my seed
But ugly is the truth
That I now can see
And ugly is the person
That is now me.
The wind blew the clouds
Through the sky
Till a lot of clouds had gone by
Over the land
Over the sea
Till all I could see
Was a cloud as it blew by
Though the sky.
Fair was the picture
That I did believe
Fair were the thoughts
That I did conceive
Fair were the words
That I did make
Fair was the path
That I did take
Fair was the hand
That led me to my grave
Fair was the land
That bid me to stay
Fair was the deed
That became my seed
But ugly is the truth
That I now can see
And ugly is the person
That is now me.
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