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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There was a grand coachman,
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Smiler.

He smiles throughout the morning,
    And all the afternoon;
He smiles whene'er the sun shines,
    And also at the moon.

He smiles upon the carpet,
    Or when you pick him up;
He smiles all through his dinner,
    And when he goes to sup.

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