Royal? Yes, you've spent generations talking-down to men
What with pomp and privilege, you question all~ in the end
The world is your oyster; born to rule, you master to excel
You don't think as others do; analysing each whole to assail
No, never-ever rally the fury of a ruling King or Queen
They've had many years of DNA intelligence profoundly seen
Well, that is, if a struggle strengthens muscles for a path
You might survive most anything, but not the royals wrath
Their counsels and experiences reach further than the sea
Royals have rarely mixed without other royals, in reality
'Course this is not to say that royals always do know best
There's just generations of DNA genes to rise above the rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem