When I was just a girl I played with dolls
I dressed them up in coloured paper gowns
I sent them off to dance at royal balls
And on each head I placed a paper crown
To hide their fragile shape and features plain
Descended as they were from sorry stock
Kr'kach slaves with nothing more to gain
Beyond the chance to wear a paper frock
But will I fold or tear upon a crease?
Oorangu's own with magic in her eyes
In me, Himalia's blessings never cease
To bring about succession and the prize
Of freedom won as we refused to drown
And on my head I wear her paper crown

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Glacian, in the year 1004 AF.