text: The winter queen looks up and sighs:
  I wish that I controlled the skies
  For up above is where to stand
  To rule those who walk on the land
  The summer queen flies by and sees
  Her realm of butterflies and bees
  And said, I wish I lived below
  Instead I sail where breezes blow
  And the rain came down
  It tried to seep
  Into the ground
  But water deep
  Pecked and poked
  And sodden soil
  Already soaked
  Began to roil
  The prince of silence walks below
  Inside a cave of ice and snow
  He says I wonder why? but words
  Are locked in glaciers, never heard
  The prince of music on guitar
  Neglects to play a single bar
  But music trapped inside his head
  Resounds and fills the space instead
  The winter queen looks up and sighs...