Along the Prince Peacock-Feather would come,
And sing them an affable, laughable lay,
Until they were gleeful, and glad, and gay,
They’d forget their bothers, and pothers, and wrongs,
When they listened to Popinjay’s popular songs.
So let’s be light-hearted, every one,
Like this frolicksome, rollicksome Prince of Fun!
“I don’t wonder you like it,” said Miss Larkin, smiling. “You’re a Princess of Fun, yourself.”
“So you are, Mopsy!” cried King. “I’ll call you that, after this. Here goes for mine now, Miss Larkin, and then it’s all over. Mine is one of those nonsense songs. Maybe you won’t care for it, but we all love nonsense.”
And then in an exaggerated declamatory style, and with dramatic gestures, Kingdon recited