It looks as if we might be in for rain
A horrid storm, both with gloom and pain
But among the three of us, attached to the horses reins
Is the only one, who shall still remain sane
For tonight, we shall devour ugly quinces
As we quarrel with pale kings and princes
Becoming drowned in our own universe of suspense's
We shall quarrel with pale kings and princes
But before the fighting can commence
Otherwise, this wont make any sense
And our battle will become very intense
If we do not conjure up a trustworthy defense
For if we do not devour ugly quinces
And we don't quarrel with the pale kings and princes
Then we shant fight them, with fangs of many inches
And they sure are frightening, those pale kings and princes