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.