Alright, snowflake, where's the dope?

... Mrs. Parsons, the principal’s wife, would play the graduation march while the lower-grade graduates paraded down the aisles and took their seats below the platform.

It costs a pretty penny / Just to stay afloat / It takes a lot of lolly / Trying to be jolly

Sir, I invite your Highness and your train / To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest /For this one night