when will the queen arrive
when will the queen arrive? I asked the goat herding man.
She’s here, he told me. Standing over there in the sand.
I ran to find her, but only saw a snotty stuck-up camel.
She is the queen, whispered the goat herder, her name is Mamel.
I was shocked, because she was so stuck up and mean.
She turned and spit on my cheek, I still have the sheen.
She was decorated in beads, jewels, silver and gold.
I knew I would never like this queen, even if I grew old.
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