I may look stupid; I may look frail,

I may look like a beggar in your eyes.

Nevertheless keep your crumbs; you will

need it someday.

For you see; I’m a Princess to a King

I am only here for a while, I thought I could

stay but I must say goodbye.

I do not want your pittance; you keep your

crumbs, I have plenty.

I may look poor and hungry but when I am

fully adorned, you will see, you

will wonder; who might she be?

A Princess to a King; she cannot be

Holding your crumbs, it cannot compare.

You thought I was worthless; now you realize

I am worth much, much more, for

I was always, a Princess to a King. 

I am predestined to be Queen.