Kemal

This is the story of foolish Prince Bass Fiddle and wise Jerry Kemal
As you remember, last time
The Prince was found without a dime on the Ponce Valdez while Jerry
Watched from a tree
In the land of Ali Baba near the Sea of Babalee
Lived a man who played the zither with a pronoun on his knee
He would dance among the fuzzy trees and bring the birds to life
And his name was Prince Bass Fiddle and he loved his ugly wife
He would sing the songs of Lutvee in his very special way
And he puffed tea with his lumpy head and sleep all night and day
With his turban and his leicester faced the thieves of Germany
But beware great Prince Bass Fiddle, you'll be hanging from a tree
Fifty days and nights they waited for a sign from old Ratan
To pretend to wear the colours of the Emperor Charlie Chan
So they strolled into the forest with a song and energy
To find bay leaves in the cauldron of the mad witch Betty Lee
Came the answer from a leaf top that was found upon the ground
"Only time and Prince Bass Fiddle will repair your bellies round
Search the highlands search the lowlands, cruise the Sea of Babalee
But remember that your children need the food from filigree."
Then one day in Abalone came a messenger to say
That onion—head Bass Fiddle broke in half no more to play
Will we lose our land of Lutvee to the bearded men of Cleaves?
Only miracles can save us and some tricks inside our sleeves
From the sky there was an answer to the question of the plebes
"You will meet a tall dark stranger wearing black and blue cannives
Who is Lucy, who is Nestor? We should only be there now
Why it's Aphrodite Milton and his keeper Prince Kemal
Goodnight Kemal, this world would never change