Intrigue in the Barn

I am a Princess on the run,
But not for parties and frivolous fun.
I fled for my life, ’cause here’s the thing:
I’m the daughter of the Burger King.

I loved my Mom* and trusted Daddy
Until the took my hand-heifer, Patty.
They tied her up and milked her dry,
And then I watched poor Patty die.

Every day my legs grow faster
As I run to greener pasture.
Seeking something to make life full,
Even if that’s all just bull.

*The Dairy Queen, of course.

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