You May Eat With Me
The queen of the monarchs had yet to land
Her subjects, waiting, for her royal command
They dare not take a nibble, a sigh or a drink.
She made the first move, so they pondered a think.
One little monarch almost made a swift move.
But her elder nudged her, and she lost all her groove.
She did not understand that royalty always goes first.
Her day which started badly simply got worse.
Butterfly brigade gave her the cold wing treatment now.
They ignored her pointedly, and called her names like old sow.
She felt horrible, until the queen called her to her side.
You may eat with me, she told her, let the tormenters hide.
The other butterflies were ashamed for they knew better.
They flew around like crazy, and flittered with fetter.
They soon apologized and said they would never be mean.
And the little monarch was invited to go live with the queen.
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