The Frog Princess
October 26th, 2005
By Archived Story
Green and slimy,
Contently croaked he,
Sitting near the well.
Flying fast past,
Beyond her grasp,
A ball of gold down fell.
Weepfully cried she
An open inquiry,
“Help me get my ball!”
Suddenly sprung he,
Rather righteously,
Over the well wall.
Victorious returned he!
So ecstatic was she;
“I shall give thee a kiss!”
Smooched she and dwell
Now two croakers near the well -
A frog and his princess.
