Yo listen up, let me take a trip back in time and narrate, The tale of a prince, a play, 'bout Denmark's fate.
Denmark's the set, foggy and cold, Our main man's Hamlet, heartsick and bold. His father's demise, whispers of foul play, Ghost seeks our lead for justice this day.
Consumed by vengeance, son plots his scheme, Courts filled with lies, royally obscene. He feigns madness, a skilled artistic beam, Malicious stepdad, Claudius, his scheme to undo.
Love, don't that word just make you sway? Ophelia, the object of prince's day. Madness not fake, love turns to dismay, Driven to a tragic end, her days flee away.
Battles of mind, Hamlet can't escape, A tangle web where death lurks in every gap. Swords unsheathed, dialogues so packed, To be or not to be, the famous, relentless track.
Intrigue builds up, plot twists they come, The play concludes with corpses, all numb. But remember, foul play ain't no fun, Life's a drama, replace this one with a playful drum.
So shake them hands, applaud for the crew, Appreciate the Bard's words, what they do This is the gist, Shakespeare's classic view, Get into the depths of "Hamlet," the play that's true.