Little Throne
Little girl on her little throne,
all her worries away.
She reads and sings, full of
warmth
she just wants to play.
Her smile so sweet, her tired
eyes on,
been busy as a bee.
She cozies up on her thrown,
awaiting her kingdom to see.
She rests those tired little
eyes,
some sleepy dust she’ll borrow.
Her dreams of princes, castles
and dragons await her,
and she wakes on her thrown
tomorrow.
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