The prince gets anything he needs –
Venetian almond cakes with plum,
pecan pie cast in poppy seeds,
selected flavors bubble gum.
His ice cream served on silver plates
on weekday mornings when he reads
the books his teacher so dictates
instructing only noble deeds.
An hour daily kept for play,
his friends all lined up to perform
the game he'll think to run today;
one that won't stain his uniform.
Each morning he can wake assured
for sixteen guards will watch him sleep
we'll have their loyalty ensured
by family locked inside the keep.
His garden purged of all its weeds,
of birds and any crawling pest,
to fill a gravel path that leads
to where he'll have his final rest.