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
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