Wait a minute sir, you look familiar,
aren’t you that prince, that’s so peculiar?
Who hosted beauty pageants, of those kids,
with that now locked up, socialite pig.
If so, that regalia, it doesn’t suit you,
give it to someone, who’s pure and true,
if you don’t, you’re ignoring her power,
don’t make your mother send you to the Tower,
where the aptly named scavenger’s daughter,
could be the author of your slaughter.
But hey, dead men, can’t say they’re sorry,
so live on, and endure some real life worry,
where alert angry eyes, will be watching you,
making sure that you remain, a plain Andrew!