There once was an African Princess-to-be
Who lived in the year 1853
And was invited out by the English queen for tea
But when she arrived, there were no crumpets or mugs
Only men with dogs and whips and thugs
But do not be deceived
The Princess received
Her afternoon tea with the queen.
And the queen cried out
“I want her for my own!”
As she sat on her sparkling ruby-red throne
And the Princess whispered to herself
“Thank God, I shall not be sold!
I shall live in this palace until I grow old!”
So she worked at the royal court
For years that never felt short
Yet every day
The Princess did pray
To thank to queen for not sending her away.
Though the more she thought
She suddenly caught
The inkling that something wrong she had bought
For to the Princess the queen did lie
About that meeting with tea and cherry pie
“I was stolen away!”
The Princess thought with dismay
The queen did not save her
For she had still enslaved her
And the African Princess-to-be
Decided the English queen was quite selfish, indeed.