I know I didn’t mention it before,
But, I needed to be certain,
That you would be my friend,
If I were not a royal.
I normally don’t wear,
For I hate when people glare,
My tiara or my fancy dress;
I like to play and make a mess.
I never make a royal decree.
I like to be with common folk.
Excuse me but did you just croak?
You see I am a princess
And I notice you’re a frog.
Perhaps if I just kiss you once,
You’ll hop off that old log.
You’ll become a prince – that’s fair.
You and I will be a pair.
And when we’re old enough to marry,
We’ll still pretend we’re ordinary.
By Louise McCarthy
