The Storm Come Rollin In

the prince called out for the poppers hand as the muse penned a poem bout a foren land the maid was in the kithhen cooking for the king as the storm come rollin in the queen lay still on her royal bed waiting for her lover or so its said the dogs would howel and growel at him as the storm come rollin in the maid served tea in the royal hall and for the servent she did call the pesant an the popper held a dimond ring as the storm come rollin in the mare rode up in the sothern stabel the king sat at the royal tabel the queen to the lover said come on in as the storm come rollin in the prince stood at the misty window the servent pollished the priceless christal and tea was served just for the king as the storm come rollin in the stabel boy calmd the mare in vain the pesant braved the driving rain went to the town to price the ring as the storm come rollin in the muse was busy with his pad an pen almosed got inspired when the door bursed open to the inn as the storm come rollin in the prince to the popper where have you been the popper proudly preached what he had seen the pesant with a precious dimond ring as the storm come rollin in the king climbs to the second floor the lover makes his move for the door the pesant makes a profet from the keeper of the inn as the storm come rollin in the king sleeps in a king size bed and twenty thousand on the pessants head as the prince heads for the village inn as the storm come rollin in the muse packs up his case of leather the prince chops through the dagger weather rode through the pesant soaked to the skin as the storm come rollin in i dont understand the poppers intention to set up the pessant with a story invention the prince rode back with the profet from the ring as the storm come rollin in in the morning when i come awake my pad and pen are what iwill take ill write it quick what i was dream-in as the storm come rollin in