Behind the beaming light on the stage,

Is little princess who was written on the second page,

Dreaming when she shall be chosen,

When her mother knight and shining armour will greet her with a potion,

That will make her the light of someone’s day,

That’ll make the people who made her feel unloving, have to pay,

Always the assistant never the boss,

Always the fly but never the wasp,

Always second but never first,

Why does the second always have to be cursed,

She is like the moon, shines at nights,

But is missed as she beams too soon.