I don't know, who this woman is That claims to be the queen As i always assumed it was my mother Who discreetly remained unseen
They were both born,in the very same year Back in nineteen twenty six The queen sat upon a throne of gold My mother, a throne of sticks
So instead i shall wear a crown Made of natures finest flowers Happy to be a fairy queen As i dance amidst the bowers
Lost in the beauty of this magical realm The birds, bees, and beautiful trees The buttercups, and forget-me-nots And happy faces, eager to please
But soon i shall remove my crown As a myriad others will do For today the park will be full of queens And picnickers, artists, musicians, entertainers, and poets too!
We shall hope that mother nature Will let the sun remain And the breeze will blow the clouds away And the rain, will not reign