While sat by a stream reading a fairy tale book
the words steamed my brain and I began to cook
I imagined a castle sat on a great rock
music was playing I danced in a silk frock
Then I heard his voice with an accent so sweet
I turned to find flowers covering my feet
I kneeled down to pick them then I looked into his eyes
he said take a seat to my shock and surprise
I looked to where he pointed at an old worn out log
and this is where I kissed him that green slimy frog
So the moral of this story is when you read a fairy tale book
don't believe all that is written or your brain will start to cook