The Princess Sings...

The princess with her long, brown hair

Looks down and smiles at a white mare.

And on that mare, there sat a knight

Protecting the girl day and night.

For his enjoyment, she would sing

And act and read- all sorts of things.

And at times she would even ask,

"Dear Knight, do you enjoy this task?

Of sitting there to protect me.

If I were you, I'd rather be free!"

Yet his response would make her smile

And make her glad for a long while

"Dear miss," he'd say, "I do love you.

I show it through this task I do:

Protecting you from evil near

That dare's mess with my only dear."

The princess with her long brown locks

Would blow a kiss to him that talks

And crawl into her bed with tears

of joy to him that never fears...

But then one day the strong knight died

And oh, poor princess, how she cried!

Sitting alone and looking grave

To where her young knight stood so brave...

And now the princess walks outside

From enemies she will not hide

And even though the memory stings

For her brave knight- this princess sings.