Once upon a time,
long long ago
and far far away,
there lived a frog.

No wicked witch had
turned him from a
prince into a frog.
He just thought so.

In a castle also far away,
there dwelt a beautiful princess
who longed for a prince to rescue her
from a real wicked stepmother.

Now the princess had heard
the story, if one kissed
a frog, he would
turn into a handsome prince.

So one night when the wicked stepmother
forgot to lock the princess in the tower,
she crept out to the lily pond
and grabbed a frog.

Racing back to her dank room,
the princess shut the door,
closed her eyes and kissed the frog,
who said, ribb-ett, ribb-ett, ribb-ett.

Though he tried with all his heart and warts,
and the princess kissed with all her might,
the frog didn't turn into a prince.
All he could say was ribb-ett, ribb-ett, ribb-ett.

Now what is the moral to this tale,
if there really is one ?
Could it be there just isn't any point
in kissing a frog for any reason ?

(c)2/18/2003 Darcea Schiesl