Let us hope the best, and rattle our bell,
And shout and laugh, and sing as well—
Roo-too-tooit! Shallabella!
Life to the Prince! Fallalderalla!
Our little Prince, when be grows a boy,
Will be taught by men of lore,
From the “dusty tome” of the ancient sage,
As Kings have been taught before.
But will there be one good, true man near,
To tutor the infant heart?