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