They twisted gold in beauty like Versaille
In Peterhof, where Catherine made her home
And Peter built a simpler home nearby
The Gulf of Finland pulled his heart to roam
I wondered why the maids above the doors
Exposed one golden breast. To welcome me?
I walked across the wooden parquet floors
Before the taking of a toast and tea
I heard him; let us go then, you and I
Go see the gold that decorates the walls
In mirrors that Queen Catherine hung nearby
Let’s listen to the way the beauty calls
I know that Peter heard its sultry voice
While Catherine made another, golden choice.