Sofia Madyson's last night as a five year old princess...
Her first morning as a six year old star!
Here is a poem for the royal love of my life who made friends with a lady named Rosy when she accidentally dialed the wrong number while calling my mother-in-law...
The Farmer and the Queen
by Shel Silverstein
"She's coming," the farmer said to the owl.
"Oh, what shall I, what shall I do?
Shall I bow when she comes?
Shall I twiddle my thumbs?"
The owl said, "Who?"
"The Queen, the Queen, the royal Queen-
She'll pass the farm today.
Shall I salute?" he asked the horse.
The horse said, "Nay."
"Shall I give her a gift?" he asked the wren.
"A lovely memento for her to keep?
An egg or a peach or an ear of corn?"
The wren said, "Cheap."
"But should I curtsy or should I cheer?
Oh, here's her carriage now.
What should I do?" he asked the dog.
The dog said, "Bow."
And so he did, and so she passed,
Oh, tra lala lala,
"She smiled, she did!" he told the sheep.
The sheep said, "Bah."