Throw a sash around my neck,
I’ll parade across the stage
As the crowd cheers frantically
I’ll smile brilliantly and wave
My speech will thank the people
Who’ve made me who I am today
All the ones within my care
Who’ve caused my hair to gray
I know I’m not the fun one
Keeping order is my chore
The Queen of Worry ‘til my death
And then I’ll worry no more
Praying for Eyebrowz 