These are the tales of bold Prince Hector
Chivalrous and proud protector
Of the lands where he doth live
Far away then over bridge
Down the lane just out of sight
Tis the kingdom on the right
Castle spires a pleasant land
Joyful music from town band
Picture Prince of royal stature?
Hector looked a little slacker
Noble nose was long and straight
it often poked through holed motte gate
Still he was a noble type
Skilled with arrow sword and pike
Silver armour polished bright
His favourite meal was spuds and tripe
The fanfare rang in Hector's ear
He wished he'd never stood so near
To Wilfred's trumpet blasting out
In Eflat major with tumult
Hector kneeled kissed royal ring
Robed majestic King in bling
Part cross dressed in glam designer
Hector shouts Rejoice Regina
The king looked Hector up and down
Said one day you'll wear this crown
It is a heavy weight to bare
But stays in place with lacquered hair
Now into kingdom find a wife
To share your wretched stately life
All in all they can be fun
At breakfast time they say 'Hi hun'
Here is the end of chapter one
But good Prince Hectors tale ain't done
Clementine might be his girl
He thinks he might give her a whirl
