The Cherry Princess
The cherry princess sits inside her carriage
And tosses the proposal for a marriage;
Lawyers in the parlor whisper by the stairs;
Engineers build bridges for her cares
To carry them over the swollen seas
To foreign princes begging on their knees,
Who plead for one long look from her—
So sad, their failures are assured.
The king has bought more northern lands
Where he’ll send her with a merry band
To occupy her days with hornpipe tunes
As she deciphers ancient runes
Beside a beach where waves wash rocks
And chimes resound from the village clock.