by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Bring gilded hunting horns of golden sound.
Strew flowers in the streets that surround.
Open straw baskets, replete with rare scents,
Light limitless lanterns; stake up some grand tents,
Build bonfires blazing, set caldrons warming,
Gather people; call my masses to swarm,
Announce my great honor, trumpet my grand joy,
This princess esteems her birth of a boy.
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