Stepping out of the shower
She is towel dry within the hour
Sitting to be made beautiful for you
She is primed and patted until through

Walking on her high stilts she sits that way
Beauty surrounds her and bids her stay
She is oblivious to her mere servants
And misjudges there advances

One day it all will fall
For Princess Puba she will call
The time has come too late
For death does not wait

As she tries to make it to her throne
She is tripped and spit upon
Now she struggles no more
And for her the door

Is closed up on this tale
A prayer will fail
For the karma you gave it to began
Is the care you gave it at the end