Oh! Mister Fantismo you are my real hero!
Said the royal princess upon prison escape
With the help of Gizmo, they forged through the landscape
To the highest tower guarded by this zero

She was stunned by his strength capturing her by hand
And dragging forcefully to the rocky prison
Where she stayed many years, thinking holy treason
As she was made a slave, washing away the sand

As Mister Fantismo followed all of these clues
To mysterious home of captive's iron bars
Above the night's skyline to the northernmost stars

A clever, strong gesture to an odorous booze
He fell deeply asleep into long lost coma
She finally able to have fresh aroma