One Queen Artemisa, as old stories tell,
When depriv'd of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he'd show'd her,
She reduc'd him to dust and she drank up the powder.
But Queen Netherplace, of a diff'rent complexion,
When call'd on to order the fun'ral direction,
Would have eat her dead lord, on a slender pretence,
Not to show her respect, but - to save the expense!

One Queen Artemisa, as old stories tell,
When deprived of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he had showed her,
She reduced him to dust and she drank up the powder.
But Queen Netherplace, of a different complexion,
When called on to order the funeral direction,
Would have eat her dead lord, on a slender pretence,
Not to show her respect, but - to save the expense!