My, dear sweet Camelot, do you see him hiding beneath his father’s desk?
He listens carefully, studying each word.
For one day he will take up the golden sword.
Listen, he says from waves roaring deep beneath the ocean’s shore. I’m ready to take up the sword.
Listen, he says, I’m here to show you proof, I am my father’s son.
Camelot rides again!
The days of Camelot reign again!
Our prince shows his face again!
This time he’s not shyly hiding beneath his father’s desk.
It’s true. He is his father’s son.
P. Kelley
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