Prologue
CHORUS
To Paris, where Mackenzie dwelled
For seeking help - though sent away,
As by illness' evil hands he held,
Bridges sent his minions naught minding night nor day.
To pass the power was their plea:
To keep his ways she was not known,
Thus they'd been urged to cross the sea
To make her give to Templeton the crown.
She nodded wise and gave it thought,
But when she talked to Templeton that night,
He spoke against all that she taught,
For spitting was he on a woeful woman's right.
Sit still now while she's making history:
The first woman that President should come to be.
