I rushed into your bedroom as wild as a boar
to find you, dear Catherine, and a servant entwined
I crushed the boy’s skull and I called you a whore
you, little coward, who I thought was mine!
I nearly died crying, for months I did weep
and I took you away and locked you up in the Tower
and then as your rolling little head passed my feet
you, as well, had to bow to my power!
Years now have passed and as I think about it
I’m afraid that I overreacted a bit
I only had a heartache, that’s it, nothing more
like so many millions of people before