A fairy tale |
Deep in the land of midnight dreams, Where moonflowers bloom under moonlights beams, A strange stream flows beside a flowing bed Where the enchanted princess lays her head. The princess lies asleep forever. Under a spell some say may never, Ever in a hundred years Be broken except by her true love’s tears. The prince, however, is spellbound too. While sailing on an ocean blue A sorcerer with his magic wand Made the prince a frog in a pond. Now the frog prince has hopped beside the stream Where his beloved princess must dream And though he tries and tries to cry His large frog eyes remain bone dry. And so caught up in his weary trial He doesn’t see the crocodile. The crock with hunger on his mind Has searched his dinner for to find. Seeing the frog prince in all his grief Thinks at last he’s found relief. He eats the frog and starts to shake. He blinks his eyes and starts to quake And from eyes drops fall and alight Upon the princess in her plight. The princess from her dream awakens. And for her love the crock mistakens. She kisses him and ever since That old crock has been the prince! You see the prince knew all the while Once eaten he’d be part of the crocodile. Willing to die if the princess woke. Sacrificing himself the spell he broke. And when in love the favor returned Crocodile back to prince was turned! So in remembrance throughout the years All Crocks when eating will always shed tears! |