I DON'T OWN THE SHOW!
There he was,
Outshining us all,
Like a prince among peasants,
An angel among mortals.
His eyes green like the hills,
His hair, waving in the wind.
But alas,
A prince won't notice me,
A speck of dust in a world of plenty,
For what would a prince want with a simple girl,
A simple girl like me.