The Princess And The Pea

My she-soldier was given a gun, fiddle dee dee,

For her a new type of shoulder accessory,

Except the color and look were not chic or pretty,

Even though it was a designer piece of weaponry,

Twenty four seven this gun has to be,

With her when awake and sleeping obviously,

The gun under her mattress, when she is drowsy,

But how can my princess in green sleep when she’s royalty,

Doesn’t everyone know about the princess and the pea,

Everybody maybe, but not my country’s army,

Although maybe this is a classified secret experimentally,

The army breeding a new warrior princess, so enemies will flee,

From this hardened soldier, yesterday’s fair maiden, this She,

Who can sleep even on peas the size of guns, quite comfortably.

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