Oh mighty Queen of Shaka-bu-tak-oo!
Who is as beautiful and mighty as thee?
Your golden garments reflect suns light
While your orders march forth with the resolve of the mighty hippopotamus
Your eyes like eclipsed moons wear a heavy hood of gold
Your lips plump metallic engorged plum halves birth wisdom sweet
Your fearful right hand carries a city of precious stones
while signaling the execution of wayward deviants
If one request were granted me...I would ask of thee to spare me from the wrath of your right foot which strikes fear in the hearts of all your enemies and knows no pain
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