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The little queen all golden. Flew hissing at the sea. To stop each wave. Her clutch to save. She ventured bravely. As she attacked the sea in rage. A holderman came nigh. Along the sand. Fishnet in hand. And saw the queen midsky. He stared at her in wonder. For often he'd been told. That such as she. Could never be. Who hovered there, bright gold. He saw her plight and quickly. He looked up the cliff he faced. And saw a cave. Above the wave. In which her eggs he placed. The little queen all golden. Upon his shoulder stood. Her eyes all blue. Glowed of her true. Undying gratitude.

Anne McCaffrey