The Misfortunes of Mox Pearl

When Mox was born her mother bled out/ There she goes/ as the little lilies watch her grow year after year/ She's adorned in silk and flowing robes/ the finest linen/ The finest finished pearls/ Here she is/ Mox Pearl/ the envy of all the other Boleyn girls/ A place where strangers know her name/ it's carried on the throats of those who know her worth/ She rules the land with a soft touch and an iron fist/ she risked it all to save her family blood/ her people weep for her day and night as they cover their robes with soot and their heads with coals/ There is a poltergeist that finds it's way around her towns/ the streets are eerily haunting and if you stop to think about it/ you'll feel a chill within your bones/ someone somewhere has the answers that no one here knows/ Someone with a white beard and a long pointy nose/ We plan to find him when he comes to town to perform his magic shows/