The Great War began Upon the first pie thrown Between the Rhubarb Empire And the Kingdom Scone. While the pies did sail And men fell - creamed, Rose a family united And a house redeemed This is a tale of a Princess and a Duke and a Mother-in-law... Who's related to the Princess Who at the end of the story Becomes related to the Duke It's kind of complicated... It happened once upon a time... Duke, Duke His name is Duke. A snappy dresser and an upright Cuke! Most folks say he is a handsome man, With the rough dimensions of a rack of lamb! Sweet, Sweet Petunia Sweet. Her eyes are sparkly and her hair is neat. She was named the princess of her senior prom, Now she lives as a peasant with her aging mom. Love, Love True, true love The kind most fairy tales are made up of But we've heard these stories and if we're correct True love's a little different than you'd expect. Oh Duke, The people of Scone Are turning against you For showing kindness Toward Petunia. Love, Love True, True Love! The kind this fairytale is made up of! We reiterate our theme, Now so well rehearsed; True Love's the kind of love That thinks of others first! True Love's the kind of love That thinks of others first!