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Have you
ever fancied sailing |
To an
island far away |
Where the
people are so happy |
All they
want to do is play?
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Where there
are no tears of sadness |
No
scratched elbows nor scraped knees? |
Where each
day's as warm and cozy |
As a bowl
of mac 'n' cheese?
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Where the
hills are mounds of taffy |
And the lakes
are filled with pop |
And the
trees wear barks of chocolate |
And the
gardens grow gumdrops?
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Where the
world's as calm and peaceful |
As has
elsewhere ne'er
been seen? |
Where
you'll lovingly be cared for |
By a loving
Cupcake Queen?...
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If I told
you that I live there |
Would you
say I'm off my bean |
Or prevail
on me to tell you |
Of our
lovely Cupcake Queen?
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I can see
that you're still waiting |
As you've
yet to leave the room |
So I'll
weave for you her story |
Your
keen mind will be my loom
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Let's
begin now if you're ready |
At this
moment on this page |
Pay close
attention and I'll try |
To rightly
set the stage ...
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On Éclair
Island in the Milkshake Sea |
Where the
Creampuff Minstrels sing |
There was
born a Cupcake Princess |
To a round
old Pound Cake King
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Rest
assured the king felt grateful |
That by
fate he had been blessed |
He so deeply
loved his darling girl |
That he heaped on her
his best
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He knew
someday she'd make the laws |
To govern
all the land |
Her
subjects would be subject to |
Her dainty
royal hand
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Quite often softly he'd
remind her |
She should be
like he |
Kindhearted
to the people |
So to keep the people free
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As all
things pass away with time |
The years
went rolling by |
And then one
day the church bell tolled |
To say the
king had died
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When an old
king flies to Heaven |
Someone
young must take his place |
His
firstborn son succeeds him |
Or his
daughter in our case
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Thus it was
on Éclair Island |
That our
old king left the scene |
And our
precious Cupcake Princess |
Rose
to be our Cupcake Queen
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Ever since
her coronation |
She has
reigned with style and grace |
I'm sure
somewhere up in Heaven |
There's a
smile on our king's face
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He'd be
proud of his fine daughter |
Who still
honors his advice |
To be kind
to all the people |
To treat
everybody nice ...
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If you've
ever fancied sailing |
To an
island far away |
Where the
people are so happy |
All they
want to do is play
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Where
bright clouds of cotton candy |
Paint
amazing color schemes |
As they
shower rainbow sprinkles |
Down on
mountains of ice cream
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You should
visit Éclair Island |
Where the
light of childhood gleams |
There The
Cupcake Queen awaits you |
Every night
in your sweet dreams
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