She is but a little princess

With a circlet round her head

Born into this noble station

No idea what’s ahead

So she reads the hallowed stories

Of the royals gone before

Kings and Queens long since passed on

Leaving life’s wisdom in store

She reads the tale of Noble Richard

Leading troops into the war

How he taxed the wealthy people

To support the starving poor

Queen Violetta, smart as any

Decreed that girls may go to school

Who preached a love of education

And would not suffer any fool

And the brave Princess Katrina

Risked her life for her small town

She herself fought off the scoundrels

Who had sworn to burn it down

But then she reads of other stories

From monarchs not so strong and true

Her little heart fair swoons and falters

Under the weight of what they do

A king who ruled with an iron fist

And threw the destitute in jail

One who slew a thousand men

Who pled with him to no avail

A queen with slaves from distant lands

Whom she treated worse than dirt

One who threw away tax dollars

On bright new corsets and skirts

The poor princess sits and wonders

Is she doomed to be the same?

Is cruelty and corruption

Inevitable in this game?

But no, she has decided

If it is her fate to reign

She will use her power nobly

And end this line of pain