Paroles de Utopian Society

There once were two utopian societies Pavonia, land of the peacocks And Swaanendael, valley of the swans Both have trade Miserably There, behind every chair, A negro slave The blackest of the black! Attired in white apron and vest Standing ready to attend to each guest Such as the corrupt and exotic Governor Lord Cornbury, whose custom it was To take a daily stroll dressed In silk gowns like a fashionable lady In this he failed Miserably Lord Cornbury did this, his friends said, To demonstrate his resemblance To his cousin, Queen Anne His impetuosity, however, Did not extend to marrying a manor milkmaid "Chee!", he leapt Square in shape With a hip roof and a belfry in the center