O Prince of Denmark
O harken Hamlet,
They are on your trail,
As they deem you are missing some letters from your alphabet,
And want to take you to a place worse than jail.

If you be tried,
Polonious' death would be accounted,
After they pried,
Through Ophelia's recollections remounted.

Your haggard expression,
The sacrifice of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern,
Will be considered a confession,
And will be looked upon with discern.

O Poor Hamlet, You have caused Denmark's pitfall,
Because your facade of lost gladness,
And subcame to the pitfall,
Of madness.