Today is a beautiful, brand new day,
what should I do with this brand new day?
I could do dishes,
make wishes on fishes,
or I could go conquer this bright blue day!
Today is a day for grand celebration,
Have you heard the story that's storming the nation?
A princess, a pauper, a witch and a kiss,
and to think that true love maybe came into this??
A princess in a garden wandered,
wandered through the wild blue yonder,
and as she wondered where she'd wandered
came across a Statue.
The Statue then the Princess pondered,
and as she pondered she grew fonder
of the Statue t'which she'd wandered,
fonder of the Statue.
The Princess thought that she had fallen
for that one and only calling--
was love in the air? Or was it pollen?
Answer, answer! No more stalling!
Princess gazed in Statue's eyes--
the magick could not make them lie--
not bronze nor magick could disguise
the beauty in that Statue's eyes.
The Princess knew not what to do,
but made her very closest guess,
the guess she thought the very best,
the best she thought she ought to do:
The princess smoothed her love's lapel,
and then she kissed the statue well--
The statue's eyes then on her fell,
for now was broke the witch's spell!
The witch, well she could not foretell
that one might take to break her spell,
so she and daemons took to hell,
to ever in the fire dwell.
The statue spoke, then: "Mademoiselle,
your undertaking I think was swell,
and I must thank you doubly well,
but I must bid you fond farewell."
"What?" asked Princess, "now you tell
me there can be no wedding bells?
I thought I'd found my Raphael,
the love of all my life, mon belle?"
"No, my dear," said Statue then,
"I fear we'll never meet again.
My love's a French Comedienne,
I said I'd meet her on the Seine."
So quick away the Statue crept,
then Princess sat she down and wept,
and wept, and wept, until she slept.