Princesses Please Apply, no Peas Required

The Prince has come of age

And a bride is to be found

That can win the princes’ heart

And share the burden of the crown

She must be able to ride a horse

Shoot an arrow five hun’red yards straight

Stand guard like any soldier

Sleep aloft upon her steed

Make the forest her palace

And the roots her canopy

Keep court amidst chaos

Rule wisely, deal justly

But although she must be fierce

And brave as a warrior queen

A lady she must be too

Governing with wisdom and strength

This princess shall not be

One delicate and frail

That gets bruised by peas

Beneath mattress shields

Instead one of majesty and grace

That may be queen, wife, and mother

With equally good mind as face