It was a Friday and she was a darling bud of May,
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Apple of the Queens eye was young Gemini and
every cry out of that plump child was perfect.
At least that what her mamma said.
And so, she became a Princess that honored her Queen,
Isn't that how it's supposed to be?
You apples can do no wrong when they are fresh from the tree,
but just how wrong could the Apple Queen be(e)?
Just how wrong could the Apple Queen be?