Behold the larval queen’s strange origin . . .
On royal fare how lavishly she’s fed!
Ah! See now how she pokes her yellow head
Into the world and peeps upon her kin!

Indulge, now, infant queen, in sweet repast;
And then destroy your rivals for the throne
Ere they have breathed of life – that you alone
May one day wear the jeweled crown to last.

And yet, triumphant one, pose not nor preen –
For you are destined shortly now to mate.
You shall not rule; you’ll merely propogate.
And be a figurehead, poor little queen.