a tale of the littlest prince who ever lived

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Once upon a time there was a dashingly charming young Prince who married a beautiful non-Princess. One day they made their kingdom proud by having a jolly little bouncing baby boy. The kingdom - and the world - cheered, and there was dancing in the streets. Then they had another baby and their kingdom was all, Oh, ya. That's good. That's nice. She's so cute. Look at her cherubic little cheeks. Two wasn't enough for this royal couple, so they popped a third in the oven. When St George's Day arrived they thought it would be comical to go into labour, so they did, what with George being the Patron Saint of England. And, lo! A baby boy was born. But, d'oh! They realised sadly that they couldn't call him George, for there was already a George. Oh, and the kingdom? The kingdom said, Oh, a baby, and continued on with life, like having a baby is the most natural thing in the whole wide world. Which it is. Bless the wee little lad ... he looks just like a new born baby. The End.