The Frog and the Princess

In this retelling of a classic from the Frog’s point of view,

I hope you’ll learn something new.

Sit back, relax, and let him grace you with his Froggy tales,

I promise this story won’t feel stale.

One day as I hopped, I knew it was too good to be true, 

I saw a fair maiden, with nice hair and a pretty smile too.

She walked on her balcony as I hopped on by,

Just long enough to hear her sigh:

“Oh how I wish a prince would come fight!

Fight for my honor with all of his might.

He can be small, he can be big, and I certainly hope he is not a pig!” 

I knew it at once that my moment had come,

But to win the fair princess could not be easily done.

What will I do for I am only a frog,

At least I am not the aforementioned hog.

I gathered my courage and rallied my might,

This poor frog would not go down without a fight.

I hopped to her balcony in hopes of getting her near,

But when she saw me she recoiled in fear.

I tried to talk to her but it was no use,

She wanted me whipped into frog juice.

I told her my tale and begged her for a kiss,

For if I received only one I was sure I would not miss.

She sat back and pondered,

Knowing if she said no my hopes would be squandered.

She leaned in real close and gave me a smooch,

As soon as she did I turned back into a pooch.

She ran off and said “all men are dogs,”

But hey, I was just happy not to be a frog!