The Prince of Frogs

The Prince of Frogs found her

In a lily pad

She was a tiny human woman

In a beautiful little dress

And she was fast asleep

The Prince of Frogs woke her

Afraid that if he let her sleep

A toad would come along

And try to gobble her up

Since toads are much meaner

Than frogs are

The little woman was so pleased

That the Prince of Frogs decided to wake her

Because she had slept far too much

And needed to start her day

She told the Prince

That she was not a human at all

But a sprite

That had gotten distracted one day

Flitting about the flowers

And swimming in the pond

Soon she found herself

Far away from her spritely friends

And so she chose

To rest her eyes

And come to a decision later on

About what she should do next

For planning ahead is not something

That sprites enjoy doing very much

The Prince of Frogs showed the sprite

His special summer home

Right alongside the pond

Where he and his royal family

Stay every spring

It was there that the sprite lived

And grew to know the Prince

As he would visit her every week

And then every day

And soon the two realized

They were in love

And since spring was approaching

Both knew they had to figure out

What they wanted to do next

And so the sprite found herself

Taking more and more naps

The Prince, who very much enjoyed planning,

Knew there was no time to lose

He went to the Frog King and the Frog Queen

And told them that he wanted

To marry

They were overjoyed

Their little tadpole

All grown up

And ready to pair up

With a lovely Frog Maiden

But when he told them

That his love was not a fellow frog

But a sleepy sprite

They were not pleased at all

How could the heir

To the Amphibian Throne

Possibly think

Of marrying someone

Outside his genus?

But the Prince of Frogs

Convinced his parents

To start their spring vacation

A bit early

So they could travel to the pond

And meet his betrothed

When they got there

The sprite had set up

A delicious dinner

Of flies for the Frogs

And while it was very tasty

The King and Queen

Were still certain

That a sprite could never

Be a suitable wife

For their son

The sprite could see

That her trying was only trying to them

And so she took

A different tact

‘Would you all like to go for a ride,’

She asked the King and Queen

Unbeknownst to even her Prince

The sprite’s wings

Which had been tucked along her back

Were wide and strong

And so she could grasp not just one

But two frogs at a time

And travel with them

Through the air

And over the pond

Which is just what she did

With the King and Queen

Who ribbetted and ribbetted

With awe and marvel

As they soared high above

The reeds and willows

When the sprite set them down

The King and Queen

Kissed the sprite

On either side of her face

She had showed them

A way of looking at things

They had never even dreamt of before

And now they knew

That anything was possible

If one could simply accept

That what cannot be envisioned

Isn’t all that can exist

And so a Frog Prince can love a sprite

And so it was

And so they were married

And the sprite became

The Sprite Princess of the Frogs

And she was much beloved

By all the frog subjects

Who each got their own

Individual trip

Over the pond

For soon the sprite family

The Princess had left behind

Found her after searching for so long

And they chose to settle down

At the pond

And befriend the frogs

And soon

If you traveled to that particular pond

You could see frogs flying overhead

And it would seem magical

And that’s because

It was