Hamlet, my poem

Hamlet, a gentle prince,
The prince of Denmark,
By the window of his room,
There would be a singing lark.

On every twelfth night of summer,
There would be a midsummer night's dream,
All's well that ends well,
Where stars of the night gleam.

Every now and then,
The tempest strikes us down,
Much ado about nothing,
That's how King Lear broke his crown.