Oh, boy, I wish I were a Queen -- I certainly would use my bean. If I'd the throne of Queen of Spain, I'd chuck the King out in the rain. If only I were Queen of France, At all the styles I'd have first chance. If in Rumania supreme, I'd advertise (for cash) cold cream. In Italy if I were Queenie, I'd get a drag with Mussolini. If I were Queen of Babylon, I bet you I'd have more darn fun. But all that queenly business pales Beside the vacant job in Wales. To be a Princess I am ready -- You only have to ask me, Eddie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRY THORN; AN ULSTER BALLAD by SAMUEL FERGUSON THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER EPIGRAM: 59. ON SPIES by BEN JONSON THE SOLITARY REAPER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE VIAL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 82 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EPITAPH ON MRS. ANNE PRIDEAUX, DAUGHTER OF DR. PRIDEAUX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |