Prince

Hail to the King

All mighty and strong

Hail to the Queen

Who sings a great song.

King asks for a song

The Queen doesn't bare

Every night to bed

To create a new heir.

Weeks speed by

And still nothing yet

The King is now nervous

The Queen's tears are wept.

The Queen's clothes are shed

As she lay with her King

They tumble all night

As fertility sings.

Nine months later

A baby is born

But not the right gender

So the baby is mourned.

The Queen has failed

Her dazzeling King

And now it's the blade

On her neck that must sing.

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