Hi I'M Kamala and I'M Misunderstood

I cackle and I giggle I'm a friendly sort of gal And when I’m quite excited I'll give a little twirl. Why would all this be funny As It's simply who I am Just a smart and chatty lady Not a sour old boring man? The job I do is tiresome Cleaning up after my boss Helping prompt him and remind him For he's often at a loss. People need to understand As the ‘Spare’ it's really tough If you harbor any doubts Ask Prince Harry just how rough. We poor souls haven't a rudder A proper job to give us strength Maybe why we're such a target Nipped and pricked with every breath. The sad part is I'll never be The leader only I can clearly see The first woman to Preside The gig I thought was meant for me. But what the heck let's have some fun Doing the little that I do A skill of mine if truth be told As often I simply haven't got a clue.