Once a witch named Eabeth
was walking in a swamp
When she sensed a note of straying magic
Somewhere in the weeds and
damp
Beyond it was a monstrous
frog
Croaking out his call
from the very largest lily
pad
in the pond of them all
She being curious
cast a simple spell
of tongues upon her self
and the frog as well
And Asked, “How come my fair
froggy,
You’re up in some kind of
knot
Made of someone’s silly old
magic
I’d like to know what kind
you got”
The frog spoke up said
I’m a prince enchanted to
keep this form
by my families enemies from
now
forever or so they’ve sworn
So then my darling princeling
Tell me tell me true
I suppose I’d have a fine
grand reward
for freeing such as you
Nay do not get your hope up
It wouldn’t be so grand
They’d find a way since your
a witch
To slip it from your hands
In any case I like it here
The bugs taste awfully fine
And I’m a big frog fourteen
stone
Folks here listen when I
speak my mind
But don’t you miss your royal
life
The wealth and Royal fame
I mean as a frog Yer got Yer
warts
But that’s not quite the same
No it was not like that at
all
That place was really a
considerable pain
Dressing you up ways that
made you faint
when you can’t even complain
Were not you destined to be king?
Waiting for all that power
Having only to say, Headsman
Take them now to the tower
You have’nt understand the
politics
nothing is quite what you’d
wish
Off to the tower goes the one
you like best
You kiss the hated one full
on the lips
But what of the princess
you’d wed
What of the love and the
flowers
The moon light strolls and
the courtly dance
to fill your princely hours
I was promised at six to a
maid far away
and the prudish queen made me
take showers
but still I admit that’s the
one thing I dream
while living away here in the
bowers
I have the answer then Ye
sexy young frog
Iv’e never lucky with love
and no court is needed to
make a bit O sport
when the crescent moons high
up above
Do so please, I see the plan
We could just make free
I wouldn’t need to be a
prince
just to share good times with
one like thee
She shifted him out of the
green skin
and he was a handsome prince
indeed
and they went quickly to her
cottage
were mutual pleasures were
received
But she caught him later with
a gypsy lass
Both nude, so the stories
told
But that’s another fairy tale
Bout the prince being a toad