The crowds cheer
As their Queens rose
Queens who have met on the same ground,
And throw their mortarboards in conjunction.

The first Queen
Bright and creative
In this small campus
Always ready to speak her thoughts

Yet, she was cornered
By big and scary obstacles that seemed to pick on her
They took her joy and hands
And pushed her through the rough surfaces of paper

The second queen
Witty and quiet
In this small campus
Her books always opened with knowledge

Yet, the weight of others
made her heavy like a raincloud
A grey cloud filled with water
Not able to let itself pour

The Third Queen
Calculative and patient
In this small campus
Her skills exceed those of the lads

Yet, her different ways of thinking
Becomes her foe
With its flames burning her skin
She can never put them out

The Fourth Queen,
Active and selfless
In this small campus
Her boldness appears 

Yet, her vision of friends
Drifting away
Because she cannot fit in
Crumples her into her shell

The Fifth Queen
Royal and grace
In this small campus
Her steps grows a garden of golden flowers

Yet, she faces the ugly truth 
A mirror that reflects
She sees hundreds of lies
Of her beautiful face

The five of them
Having them back to back
Realised that they have each other
To fall on 

Now, they have grown
Into a black and white star,
Into a white and fluffy cloud
Into a black and orange mask
Into a blue and pink diamond
Into a blue and white cat

Now they rule
A land with drawings coming to life
A land that ideas run far and free
A land that cats could jump and live in bliss

The Queens of Cats
A symbol worth remembering
Throw at us what you want
Because we have experienced it all!