Yeah, another Queen song. I don't know. That Freddie Mercury, he was good at making music. I am only passable at matching rhyme and meter.

So to the tune of Killer Queen:

She keeps a falcon to lean on. Volucer's a pretty pet.
“Bake them in cake,” she says, in our Order tete-a-tete.

Her fav'rite melody for Magistrates is Threnody,
Or Funebre, if you insist that we be precise.

Arias and string quartets, wears clouds for her coronet - extraordinarily nice.

She likes trill. *preen*
Sunsets you've never seen - dynamite with a color scheme.
Guaranteed to calm your mind, every time.

See the bird of paradise
On cobalt field of starry night. Wanna fly?

A pinnacle of patience, a virtue very few possess
To Zvoltz' flirtation, she laughs with nary a redress

Encourages designers, her taste could not be finer
Aesthete and artisans are oh so intertwined.

Perfume came straight here from Clarramore
She hasn't got a taste for war. It's piteous and a vice.

She likes trill. *preen*
Sunsets you've never seen - dynamite with a color scheme.
Guaranteed to calm your mind, every time.

*mandolin and lute interlude*

Simple as that, she is lovely and,
graceful without caveat.

And not contrarily this reaction; she is summarily liked en masse.
Impossible to be reviled. Easy to take to!

She likes trill. *preen*

See the bird of paradise
On cobalt field of starry night. Wanna fly?

This is amazing, ahaha. I'm very impressed with the preciseness of word choice and imagery!