The Royal Treatment

The cruel Prince Basil sat in his castle Weaving a wonderful web of lies Making offers to share his coffers Taking everyone there by surprise Hopeful gals and guys with stars in their eyes Were expecting to be well rewarded Now they would know he would never let go Of all the gold and jewels that he hoarded When refusing to pay day after day Soon his subjects no longer believed him With tempers lathered the masses gathered And of his lying head they relieved him