The King is in the counting house counting out his money The Queen is in her parlour eating bread and honey And in her royal heart of hearts, she's happy as can be Isn't she? Isn't she? The King is always working, now signing proclamations The children see their father's brow knitted by frustrations But in his royal heart of hearts, he serves his family Doesn't he? Doesn't he? The golden calendar reflects a day of obligations The King and Queen will offer love to cold and distant nations The children's day goes by so fast nobody's thought to miss them The golden clock is striking twelve Now it's too late to kiss them Though the castle's marble walls don't echo any laughter But the family portrait paints them happy ever after But in their royal heart of hearts, they're happy as certainly Aren't we? Aren't we?