Cleopatra
Here's sixpence son,
don't get lost,
Dad and I will be standing,
by the winning post.
Away from the thunder,
of the horse's hooves,
on Derby Day,
to the fair I walked.
Paying my money,
to the man in the bowler hat,
pushing aside the canvas flap,
entering the tent,
standing in awe,
reclining on a bed,
her beauty I saw.
Preserved for over two-thousand years,
the body of Queen Cleopatra,
for us to see,
and all for the price of the entrance fee,
of sixpence.
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