The Princess and The Frog

The frog sat on that lily pad
and watched the world go by.
And every time someone went past
you might just hear him cry.

He used to be a handsome prince.
Yes, once upon a time.
Until that bad witch came along
and condemned him to that slime.

Along with fish and worms and bugs
he lived there in that pond.
That wicked witch transformed his life
with one wave of her wand.

Then all he had and all he was
was just a memory.
All he could do was wish and dream
and hope for what could be.

The only way to end the curse
and free him from that bog
was if a princess came along
and kissed that ugly frog.

But who would kiss a warty frog?
A princess or a fool?
That wicked witch had cast a spell;
her curse was mean and cruel.

And then one day, what do you know?
A princess came along.
She was in white and wore a crown
and sang a happy song.

And when the frog caught sight of her
he thought that he would choke.
He sat right up and cleared his throat
and gave out his best croak.

She saw that big frog on the pad
and knew what she would do.
(She’d never heard about the spell.
She didn’t have a clue)

She waded out and grabbed that frog
and put him in her purse.
The frog thought this was his big chance
to free him of the curse.

She saw more frogs around the pond
and stooped and grabbed a bunch.
She took them home, sautéed them all;
ate frogs’ legs for her lunch.

So, the lesson you’ll remember well
is never cross a witch,
‘cause if she casts a spell on you,
well, that could be a bitch.

The princess went on with her life.
She married some fat guy,
who people thought looked like a frog;
… that witch could be so sly.

Needless to say, they did not live happily ever after.