Waiting For My Ladies
Are you awake? It's six-thirty a.m.
May I open a window for you?
Jump down when you're ready
And tell me the morning's good news.
I'll not assume, nor shall I presume,
To suggest what my ladies should do,
We'd love to behold your silver and gold,
Breakfast is waiting for you.
The treasure you hide in a porcelain case,
I'll present to the resident king.
Pleasure and pride you will see on his face.
Then how sweetly my ladies will sing!
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