Daddys Princess Queen

To the Manor Born Silver Spoon in mouth Majestic is not Majesty Royal courses Are not Princess horse drawn carridge With flowing white wedding train's They are what remain For the working class To fawn upon When all hope is gone Of Cinderella at the witching hour With pumpkin running shoes Covered in rag's for dressing Reality is depressing And keeps children guessing If bed time stories Parents read Are to be believed Or if being deceived We dare to dream Of what can happen When we fall asleep So so very deep Fairy Godmothers creep Underneath our bed sheet's Tickling our feet And blowing warm wishes In fit's we giggle with smile's across face's Mummy and Daddy sneak into room's in the dark of night To kiss goodnight Royal Majestic Silver All kinds of Manor born In human baby form Horse drawn You have been loved Good night god bless Sweet dreams Daddy's Princess Come Queen