There once was a girl all alone
Who dreamed of a crown and a throne
But her life was mundane
And could not contain
The dreams she’d nurtured and grown

But that didn’t stop her from trying
And she walked around boasting and lying
Until the stories she told
Began to unfold
And set other people to prying

One day, this girl met a man
Who smiled as he thought of a plan
“Your story, my dear
Is not very clear.
Let’s go back to where you began.”

He taught this girl how to write
And she worked for two days and a night
Recording her tale
In hopes of a sale
For some money would bring her delight

Our girl’s first book was a hit
About a queen full of fire and wit
But she would soon learn
That the money you earn
Is much less than I care to admit.