You say I have many toys,
Those little joys,
That only they can bring.

Well...
You have toys too,
But yet you ridicule me,
And bring on shame.

You stand tall,
A noble Queen,
Ruler above all,
And expect me to run,
When I hear your call.

Doesn't work that way, Queenie,
And it never will;
In my mind,
I'm King of the hill.

You don't rule me,
So don't even try,
Because,
I'm just an average guy,
With a few toys,
Which brings me joy
And always will.