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
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