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