Drawn by a team of Mouse-Grey horses,
And on the carriage door were scrolled
The Letters F. G. M., in gold.
The Princess dropped a Jelly Roll,
Which tipped with Pink her Crystal Shoe,
And cried, “O my prophetic soul!
My God-mamma! What shall I do?”
Then, Ladylike, she cut the knot
By simply fainting on the spot.