St. Nicholas/Volume 40/Number 10/Monarch and the Viceroy
MONARCH AND THE VICEROY
BY HATTIE VOSE HALL
The Monarch and the Viceroy, they have no chairs of state,
No royal robes of purple, no ministers sedate,
No lackeys all in scarlet, no page with golden hair—
The Monarch and the Viceroy—ah! what a happy pair!
No royal robes of purple, no ministers sedate,
No lackeys all in scarlet, no page with golden hair—
The Monarch and the Viceroy—ah! what a happy pair!
The Monarch and the Viceroy, they have no house of gold,
No chalices of silver, that choicest nectar hold,
No children swinging incense upon the summer breeze—
The Monarch and the Viceroy care naught for things like these!
No chalices of silver, that choicest nectar hold,
No children swinging incense upon the summer breeze—
The Monarch and the Viceroy care naught for things like these!
The Monarch and the Viceroy float over dale and down;
Their robes of state are simple—plain black and tawny brown;
And all day long, care-free, beneath the soft blue summer sky,
The Monarch and the Viceroy—their royal trade they ply.
Their robes of state are simple—plain black and tawny brown;
And all day long, care-free, beneath the soft blue summer sky,
The Monarch and the Viceroy—their royal trade they ply.
The Monarch and the Viceroy! What royalties so free
To flit all day from flower to flower, in meadow or on lea?
No scepter and no crown have they—ah, there the secret lies!
For the Monarch and the Viceroy are—regal butterflies!
To flit all day from flower to flower, in meadow or on lea?
No scepter and no crown have they—ah, there the secret lies!
For the Monarch and the Viceroy are—regal butterflies!