Pioneer Queen you are touched
by the wonder of a midnight star.

Ah, sweet queen in your teens did you
mind-dance with a fairy prince in front
of a fireplace.
Fly off with him on magic dust to
enchanted places high above.

Later, with a baby in your arms,
did you sing lullabies like ones
your grandmother used to croon,
handed down by your own mother.

Now in the twi-bright, laugh out loud!
Roar with the thunder of drums
rumbling in your ears!

Enjoy it woman you are Queen for a year!

– Gerald A. McBreen