Prince Charming.

This is Prince Charming,
    Whom often you meet,
Riding or walking
    In Nursery Street.

See the red feather
    He wears in his hat,
Always you know he's
    Prince Charming by that.

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He smiles throughout the morning,
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    And also at the moon.

He smiles upon the carpet,
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