The little Princess looked up at the giants
asking them a question with defiance
“When will I be big? When will I be strong?
I want to leave this place right now.
You see, I don’t think that I belong.”
The giants looked down upon her
(as if they were both quite sure)
“You are a slave. Now be quiet, and behave.
You’ll never be big
You’ll never be strong
You are a slave, and it is here that you belong”
The little Princess knew this was wrong
for she had a faint memory of a Castle,
and rings, and lots of shiny things
of pony’s, and toys
where she was loved by a King,
and Queen with joy.
The little Princess grew up beautiful, and strong —
she sang music, and she wrote songs
Then one day in the forest
she met a Prince who’s name was Lawrence
he’d heard her sing a lovely song
and,
he began to sing along —
he said, “Your parents have been searching for you so long”
and, with tears in her eyes
she whispered,
“You mean I have wings to fly?”
“Yes”, he replied
then he pulled her up so high
shooting under a moonlit sky
to a Castle where she belonged
and, when she woke up
she'd been dreaming all along.