Pretty, I give you pretty,
And no matter what you say you will seem witty.
Virtue, I give you virtue,
So the evils of the world never hurt you.
Laughter, I give you laughter,
Like the singing of a wren in the rafter.
Vigor, I give you vigor,
Sitting hours on the throne cause for rigor.

Then pure perfection will be yours with
An earth shaking beauty that the world adores.
That pure perfection you should wear like
A crown set with jewels in your hair.

Posture, poise, and pedigree.
Dancing virtuosity.
Laudable agility, and needle point ability.
Dulcimer performance skills.
Mesmerizing vocal trills.
Patience born with levity.
Ahem. I give you brevity.