Yes, that reminds me of Shel Silverstein's poem in Where The Sidewalk Ends that talks about a queen. Here is some of it not the whole thing. It goes something like "She's coming! she's coming! she'll pass the farm today. The owl asked, "Who, Who?" The queen, the queen, she's pass the farm today. Should I bow when she comes? Should I twiddle my thumbs? What should I do? he asked the dog. The dog said, Bow, Bow, and so he did and so she past oh tralalalala... "She smiled, she did, he told the sheep... the sheep said, BAAAAAA"