The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song, as written by an old-timey poet.

Hark, hear this, my tale now

of my life

and how it improved out of great strife.

I will tell you, in four stanzas

as you sit there

of events that led to my crowning

as the Prince of Bel-Air.

The west of Philadelphia

is where I was reared.

Out in the play yard with my good chums,

My mom nowhere near.

Running and playing

and laughing, Oh ho!

Frolicking with a net and ball

near my small home.

When some ruffians came

spoiling for a fight,

said bad words, threw their fists, it wasn't right.
I was drawn into their ways, my mother was scared,

and sent me to live with family I barely knew in Bel-Air.

I waited for the carriage,

and as it drew near

I dreaded starting fresh,

I wanted to stay here.

But if anything, I knew this opportunity was rare,

So aboard the carriage I climbed

and headed for Bel-Air.

We arrived at the manor

shortly after eight.

I tipped the carriage driver, and he continued on his way.

I took in the expanse, approached the door with great care,

Not knowing I would soon be crowned the Prince of Bel-Air.