Queen
A pretty little rich girl
Flounced right into town
About five years old
She wore a pink dress
With a pretty plastic crown.
"Someday, I'll be ruler of Oz!"
She'd pronounce to all she met
And they would smile and pat her head
So her coronation date was set
On her sixth birthday her party
Was one fit for a queen
She said "Well, I will be one!
Just wait around and see!"
Around three o'clock her guests gathered
In the party room
A new toy tiara was brought in
As well as a wand-broom.
"Now I am queen!"
She yelled, with ecstatic pride.
And for a month
Her family by her law had to abide.
As her royal court
She chose her teddies and her dolls
Her advisor was Pink Teddy
'Cause he was kinda tall.
And she practiced and she practiced
For days and days and days
Until she thought she had perfected
Her proper queenly ways.
But being queen grew weary
And the little girl moved on
And her royal court became once again
Just her toys, and that was all.
Never did she dream
Her fantasy of youth
Might someday become
The sadness of her truth.
That she would be ruler of the land
With a tiara and real wand
And that her subjects would be real
And of her rather fond
But had she guessed it as a child
She never would have seen
Her rule was like a nightmare
And less like a daydream.
Gaining royalty, you see,
Comes at a sad price
And many things happen that
Aren't always very nice.
The little girl thought that
Ruling was all fun
Butterflies and puppies,
But never did she once
Consider that
A rule-ship
Might make you lose a friend
And no matter what you do
The grief might never end.
Think better of your decisions
And of where you stand
This is what changed the fate
Of little Galinda Upland.