The Prince & Old Lady Shade

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

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

The prince and old lady shade

General Woo very nearly smiled

Saw the light in the little child

The prince and old lady shade

The prince and old lady shade

Oh

Oh