Queen.
Not so, Sir Cupid. A virgin to stay,
Is the fate I wish for, now and alway.
Besides, I have no mate, you see,
For no mere man is worthy me.
Cupid (sings to the tune: “Campbells Are Coming”).
He’s coming, he’s coming, ha, ha, ho, ho!
He’s coming, although you may not think so.
On Valentine’s Day there’s a mate for each lassie,
And one for the fair Queen of Hearts, ho, ho!