I cackle and I giggle
I'm a friendly sort of gal
And when I’m quite excited
I'll give a little twirl.
Why would all this be funny
As It's simply who I am
Just a smart and chatty lady
Not a sour old boring man?
The job I do is tiresome
Cleaning up after my boss
Helping prompt him and remind him
For he's often at a loss.
People need to understand
As the ‘Spare’ it's really tough
If you harbor any doubts
Ask Prince Harry just how rough.
We poor souls haven't a rudder
A proper job to give us strength
Maybe why we're such a target
Nipped and pricked with every breath.
The sad part is I'll never be
The leader only I can clearly see
The first woman to Preside
The gig I thought was meant for me.
But what the heck let's have some fun
Doing the little that I do
A skill of mine if truth be told
As often I simply haven't got a clue.