Before she got on the plane She wondered what the Andes would be like High in the mountains. And she worried That her silver-spoon belly wouldn't handle Whatever it is they eat there. And she worried That the kids would cut her pack and take Whatever it was she was carrying. And she worried That the hot Amazon air would scorch her lungs Whatever the temperature is in the rainforest.
But she didn't expect That Avocado ice cream Would be the best kind there is. And she didn't expect The shy village girls To play with her long braided hair And she didn't expect That the sweet, warm jungle air Would turn her city into a castle- Princesses don't belong in towers.