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Princess Trollestia Butterworth-Toast
Bought an old castle complete with a ghost,
But someone or other forgot to declare
To the Troll of the Sun that the spectre was there.

On the very first evening, while waiting to dine,
The Princess was taking a fine sherry wine,
When the ghost, with a furious flash and a flare,
Shot out of the chimney and shivered, 'Beware!'

Princess Trollestia put down her glass
And said, 'My little pony, that's really first class!
I just can't conceive how you do it at all.
I imagine you're going to a Fancy Dress Ball?'

At this, the dread ghost made a withering cry.
Said the Princess (a monocle firm in her eye),
'Now just how you do it, I wish I could think.
Do sit down and tell me, and please have a drink.'

The ghost in his phosphorous cloak gave a roar
And floated about between ceiling and floor.
He walked through a wall and returned through a pane
And backed up the chimney and came down again.

Said the Princess, 'With laughter I'm feeling quite weak!'
(As trickles of merriment ran down her cheek).
'My house-warming party I hope you won't spurn.
You MUST say you'll come and you'll give us a turn!'

At this, the poor spectre - quite out of his wits -
Proceeded to shake himself almost to bits.
He rattled his chains and he clattered his bones
And he filled the whole castle with mumbles and moans.

But Princess Trollestia, just as before,
Was simply delighted and called out, 'Encore!'
At which the ghost vanished, his efforts in vain,
And never was seen at the castle again.

'Oh dear, what a pity!' said Tia. 'Alack,
I don't know his name, so I can't call him back.'
And then with a smile that was hard to define,
Princess Trollestia went in to dine.

Description
Princess Trollestia Butterworth-Toast
Bought an old castle complete with a ghost,
But someone or other forgot to declare
To the Troll of the Sun that the spectre was there.

On the very first evening, while waiting to dine,
The Princess was taking a fine sherry wine,
When the ghost, with a furious flash and a flare,
Shot out of the chimney and shivered, 'Beware!'

Princess Trollestia put down her glass
And said, 'My little pony, that's really first class!
I just can't conceive how you do it at all.
I imagine you're going to a Fancy Dress Ball?'

At this, the dread ghost made a withering cry.
Said the Princess (a monocle firm in her eye),
'Now just how you do it, I wish I could think.
Do sit down and tell me, and please have a drink.'

The ghost in his phosphorous cloak gave a roar
And floated about between ceiling and floor.
He walked through a wall and returned through a pane
And backed up the chimney and came down again.

Said the Princess, 'With laughter I'm feeling quite weak!'
(As trickles of merriment ran down her cheek).
'My house-warming party I hope you won't spurn.
You MUST say you'll come and you'll give us a turn!'

At this, the poor spectre - quite out of his wits -
Proceeded to shake himself almost to bits.
He rattled his chains and he clattered his bones
And he filled the whole castle with mumbles and moans.

But Princess Trollestia, just as before,
Was simply delighted and called out, 'Encore!'
At which the ghost vanished, his efforts in vain,
And never was seen at the castle again.

'Oh dear, what a pity!' said Tia. 'Alack,
I don't know his name, so I can't call him back.'
And then with a smile that was hard to define,
Princess Trollestia went in to dine.