I ride upon a shooting star
and wonder where...

Oh yey, oh yey...
Right to each and every one and all...

ALFRED!!!....
Right she's here...

Now Alfred, no fooling with Miss Rella
You don’t want to end up like a peasant tree...

A scuffle of hooves thundered up the path
t'was Sinderella from the Shire of Bath...

So....
Upon my return the shire...

Count Antony
I leave you in charge...

To all invitees and any other party entries
your cranky, calamities of collaborations...

Collaborations all welcome.....
A secret castle lies deep in a shire...

It must be said,
my words speak true...

Dear terrorist
I use this name...

If an accident occurs
who takes the blame...