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There was once upon a time in another place
An evil kingdom who no person dared to face
And the ruler was a girl so mean
A tiny little princess of only age fourteen!

So many furnitures littered her abode
Her loyal servant who's likeness surely showed
Josephine was what her horse was named
All the riches of the world is what she had claimed.

If you're short on money that's no fearful thing
Just take it from those who you dangle on a string
To those who feel that they want to bring me down
You'll just tidy up my gown.
Now, bow to me!

Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an array of colourful doom
But the weeds who feel that they want to stay
They'll just die and and feed me the same anyway.

The princess held a love for a man
Of blue who wasn't very much her fan
But instead he chose his neighbor's girl
Of green who's eyes shone like a pearl.

The princess knew this and was filled with rage
She called the minister locked in her cage
And said in a soft voice to not be heard
"Make sure the green country is badly stirred."

Houses of the people were burned to the ground
So many voices would no longer make a sound
The people who had suffered so much pain
Didn't get pity from the one who'd slain.
"Oh, it's tea time."

Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an array of bloodied doom
Even though the flower is so very refined
The thorns had driven it's garden to decline.

To defeat the princess was no easy task
But the people could no longer wear their mask
Like a flock of birds they were led by
A red lady mercenary into the nigh.

All the anger that had built up over the years
Now consumed them without any fears
But the army was battered from the green war
Their attacks were not much of a chore.

Once they fell the countrymen surrounded the court
The servants ran away as time was short
Little woman princess would not pose a fight
And she was finally captured in the night
"You're such a disrespectful man!"

Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an array of funest doom
How the paradise that she made for herself
Put this broken doll right back on the wooden shelf.

There was once upon a time in another place
An evil kingdom who no person dared to face
And the ruler was a girl so mean
A tiny little princess of only age fourteen.

She was to be punished at three o' clock
When the church bells resounded a tock
The person who was once royalty
Was bored in jail with no loyalty.

At the time that eventually came
The church bells to her sounded rather lame
Without looking to faces of the crowd
Said she with eyes in a shroud
"Oh, it's tea time."

Evil flowers
Steadily bloom
With an array of colourful doom
Now the people speak of her without a second thought
That daughter of evil had recieved what she sought.