Wooing a Queen
Thy complexion like an orange
And thou love cabbage
I have trapped and put you in bondage
A love without dosage
I love thy courage
Even in the face of danger
I have lost my rage
Thy beauty not mirage
I shall sail you in a voyage
To discover, long forgotten age
I shall speak your language
With a lot of energy
Then I shall be thy manager
If you walk with me in marriage
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