Thorstien is the oldest one,
His age is thirty four,
He's naturally the boldest son,
A king down to the core
Sigfrid comes in second place,
A reader and a poet,
He hasn't got the nicest taste,
Although he doesn't know it
Emeric is just one 'Rick'
Of many in our brood
Although his size is worth two 'Ricks'
Due to his love for food
Ludwig likes a battle field,
He leads our troops to war,
The thrill of clashing swords and shields,
Is what he was made for
Dietrich and Magnus are a pair,
They specialise in art,
Their talents truly are quite fair,
They're never seen apart
Rosmer left the kingdom here,
He didn't want the throne,
He chose a piracy career,
His whereabouts; 'Unknown'
Lorenz is 'Prince Number Eight',
There isn't much to him,
He's nice enough, his manners great,
He is a little dim
Frederick is negative,
His smiles are never wide,
He simply knows not how to live,
He's never even tried
Jesper is a walking mess,
We give him extra berth,
Keep him from your property,
Unless it's low in worth
Haldane loves to ride and race,
A winner six times 'round,
He never settles in one place,
He seldom can be found,
Marcus likes to think he's big,
By making others small,
Hes arrogant; A real pig,
Cares for no one else at all...
However, Hans is cunning and sly,
So keep your hand held close,
A prince quite charming, to the eye,
A true wolf in sheep's clothes
The Southern Isles, and its thirteen sons,
Perfectly Princely although they appear,
Are very peculiar, every single one,
And they're getting much stranger, each passing year.