A prince searched the world for a real princess
And not just a girl who could sport a posh dress
But a girl who had breeding, a girl who had style.
No-one could win him with nought but a smile.
He met flirty misses and those who threw kisses,
And thousands who fancied themselves as his Mrs.
He met all the fat ones, the thin, tall and short –
The ones who were lazy and those who liked sport.
He travelled the world and searched high and low
But many he met were all make-up and show.
They lacked the one trait that the Prince really sought
And he travelled back home feeling dismal and fraught.
One evening the wind blew and rattled the pane
And threatening black clouds arrived carrying rain.
Then the rumble of thunder came boomety boom
And lightning soon followed to brighten the gloom.
The next sound they heard was the patter of rain
And then thunder and lightning, again and again!
Rain beat with a vengeance on village and town
And splattering and clattering in torrents came down.
The queen and her son heard a knock on their door
Though with all that noise they couldn’t be sure,
But on opening the door they had a surprise -
For a very sad picture there met their eyes.
A girl stood before them in a terrible state:
She was soaked to the skin and the evening was late.
She was cold, she was hungry and needed a bed;
Here, she felt certain, she could rest and be fed.
She told the two royals she was a princess
But ‘twas hard to believe from the state of her dress!
Her majesty planned to check out what she’d said
And sent up her servants to make the girl’s bed.