Beginning of the summer
and I was flower picking,
Crawling over the forest floor
trying to find the best and some more,
Cleaning my pockets
so they could hold the lot,
Closing in on an
empty lake.
She is a Quaak, quaak.
She is a Quaak, quaak.
Wow,
I said a Wow,
I said a Wooaooow.
She is waiting on the princes
in a rotten pool.
She is dreaming of the funny boys
of a long away school.
And it’s cold.
And it’s wet.
She is lonely sleeping
on a slimey green bed.
She sticks out her tongue,
that fastly unrolls.
She catches a bug,
that randomly scrolls.
She is longing for
some decent food,
She could eat
with a fork,
Most likely that would be
an unfrozen dish
with a lot of pork.
closing in from behind.
You are what you eat.
You do what you need.
She sees her former blond hair,
Zimmering in the misty air.
She hears her mother calling,
she should be a decent girl,
But she feels a male,
closing in from behind.
She is a Quaak,quaak,
She is a Quaak quaak,
She is a Quaak, quaak
Wooooooooooow
And then against all odds
Comes a prince on a marble white horse
He reaches out,
Takes her on his hand and heeaves her up
Into the air.
It’s so romantical.
It’s sensational.
It’s quite satisfactory.
Her mother told her to wait,
And it pays!
Yes, the prince is coming into the stadium.
Watch the horse,
It’s an indicator of your future wealth
Watch it,
Judge it,
Grap him,
Take him of the horse.
He brings her to his lips,
and gives her the kiss of life.
He breaks the ties and the spells
of the past.
It’s all captured in a moment of,
wild romance.
For how long would it last,
For how long would it take,
Before he drives away.
And under that slimey green skin,
what could there be,
what is it,
that that bright young clever Prince,
ever could see.
I really don’t care,
It’s an old story from
say-hear.
Actually its a fairytale
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Walt Disney Himself.