Spoiled in the muck,
As if a broiled duck,
My tarnished luck.

But came the princess,
Of all my happiness,
She is the mistress.

I dreamt about her,
Last night as I slept,
Vaguely I remember.

We haven't met yet,
But eyes have met,
In our dreams set.

So now I smile,
Along each mile,
Her fantastic style.