She's not the Queen from the stories
She doesn't pace peaceful places
And the way that her foot arches
Is but the least of her worries
She met a judge that wore a ring
Together they sang lullabies
She felt the sting of the parting
And a few scales fell from her eyes
And though many willful children
Stomp the alley of her garden
Balkis listens to the singing
But nobody will call her wise
Till the feet of the butterflies
Sound to her louder than lightning.