The princess wasn’t all too sure:
‘A slimy frog, a pet?’
And yet, he didn’t seem too bad,
And didn't seem too wet.
She shared her meal with her new friend,
And he slept upon her bed,
But I think the princess, just like you,
Might have preferred a dog instead.
Oh, this story isn’t finished yet.
There’s more to add to this:
When she awoke, her frog was there,
And . . . asked her for a . . . kiss!’
She looked down at his small green face
As he sat on her bed,
And then she kissed the little chap
Upon his small green head.
A swish, a swash, a magic sound:
The princess stood in dread,
Whilst the froggy vanished in a flash,
And, a prince stood there instead!
He told her that a witch’s spell
Had been behind all this:
‘But, luckily, you broke her spell,
By giving me a kiss.'
This story, like so many more,
Has come now to its end,
But the moral is: Keep promises
And you’ll always have a friend.
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* Adapted from the story by the Brothers Grimm