The time has come to end the tale right here.
A tale of love, of death, and time right now.
Shed tears, don't hold it in, for you can't bear.
For soon this voice shall cease, and I will bow.
Twas once there was a gal so sweet, so dear
to all who smiled and frowned at her sweet face
but none could tear her from her love the bear
he may have been a prince, but men bore mace.