Saikat Gupta Majumdar writes

Celia

Lovely daughter Celia 
With her lovely crown, 
Stayed near the hill 
In a little town.

She played with her mates 
Who would to make her the queen, 
And she dreamed often to be so 
Of the country she lived in.

When she sat beside the river one day 
And was filled with her dream 
She met suddenly an angel 
And was blessed to be the supreme

A few days passed 
She got married with the king  
Who was ruling the country then 
And started happy living.

The lovely daughter Celia 
Became the queen Brown 
And ruled over the country 
With the king and her lovely crown.