I have a gorgeous collar
Embezzled with gems
My name is Princess
No doubt, King is at the helm

I can go just so far
And eat just so much
When I step out of line
I get that disturbing touch

My bed is stacked of cushions
And down feathers
Perfect for the Queen
Of all his grand endeavours

The occasional tug
And jolt around the neck
Causes me to growl
But then I will soon forget

Oh, the beauty that I have
And life that I live
Covers the flaws of
The leash that just won’t give

This type of tension
Is bound to explode
My Master should be cautious
For one day I will unload!