Oh humble Queen,
What shall I serve you today?
Would you want some milk? Perhaps some tea?
I will do anything to keep you gay.

Oh humble Queen,
Look at this puppy I brought you,
It’s soft fur and heart so pure,
Your face is sour, an attempt anew.

Oh humble Queen,
I have found this golden chalice,
Gaze upon the sapphire whom crests your name,
Goodness, my Queen, you grow malice.

Oh humble Queen,
I found this noose in our dungeon,
Shall I dispose this item?
I will place it on your hands, till you decide to arson.