Gallina
The princess fair
Had not a care
And from party to party swung;
She revelled in
The good life's sin
And the notoriety that clung.
The princess then
Had many men
Who wooed and pledged their love,
But they looked beyond
The. Princess fond
The the power from above.
Then the solemn knell;
The old guard fell:
The princess hit the deep, dark depths.
Now she's all alone,
Her finery's gone,
Though her chandelier she's kept.
Now the princess is old,
Old flames are cold;
They find it easy to despise
This obnoxious crone:
Left on her own
She drinks to remember then cries.
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