At sun dance my parade arrives,
White daisy chains accent my eyes.
My laughter and my love to buy,
For suitors and their hopeful prize.

In parables, the May Queen sings-
For princely dance and laurel rings.
What gold you'd give to hear me think,
Swell with chivalry or slowly shrink.

I have been preserved for righteousnesses.
But when novena days come to a rest,
At sun dance, love shall turn to life.
A May Queen, and ethereal wife.