Miss Christina 

Feeling lassitude, fatigue, 
That was almost complete,
Miss Christina Berrymoon 
Came home from her school,
On the couch lay to see 
A capricious fantasy:

At a party, amid glare
She would meet a billionaire 
He would stick to her, adhere 
And at first she'd be severe,
Then she'd yield to the swell
So as to marry well.

Dressed in jewelry, with a sneer
In her school she would appear

All the colleagues sore depressed
Burst with envy, give a gasp 
The Headmaster'd promptly kneel
Begging pardon for his ill-will; 
And somewhere, not far from him 
Children's laughter would gaily ring.

"Ding, ding, ding - ding, ding, ding", - 
The girl heard the phone ring.

Christy picked up the receiver
The Headmaster's voice to hear:
"Do you know, Miss Berrymoon, 
That tomorrow at our school
The staff meeting will discuss
Students' progress in your class.
The results of recent tests
Were in no sense the best..."

Christy put down the receiver,
Stared blankly in the mirror,
Down dropped a bitter tear. 

Christy, Christy, by all means 
You will meet your noble prince! 
And your happiness we'll see
Take it easy, c'est la vie!