бонус:
The king invites all lords and their sons
To come to the feast he hosts -
High in the halls of the kings that are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts.

The king proclaims he will march to war,
He summons his mighty knights -
Prince Duncan dances his solemn vow:
No dragons, just dragonflies.

King's anger hits like a deathly blight
His rage no one can stand -
But Duncan and Jenny saw eye to eye,
They stand now hand in hand.

No king over flowers has his sway,
Or summer, or sky so blue -
And Duncan threw his crown away,
And Jenny took off her shoe.

Those wed with waters of summer storm
Are claimed by fires of fall -
But ghosts will Jenny forever mourn
Still dancing in empty halls.