Once upon a time there was a pink castle, made of the strongest bricks,
only know, to the blue.
Harder than steel, yet so softy soft they almost caressed you,
there princess pink, lay in her bed, made of soft mushrooms,
that gave off a sent for her head.
With a pillar of green moss, that seamed to sing you.
And makes you feel like dreaming, of other things, not important to you.
Princess Pink awoke, this day, only to dream of the one she did see.
His name was purple, a strong fine man, with beaten sword by his side,
He was the one she had spied on, he was the one.