Once upon a time,
there was a beautiful fantasy tale
that told of a woman and a man
which in love they fell.

She used to live in a hutch
not far from the living room of the house
and made friends with the children
but their friendships had to be as quiet as a mouse.

He lived far away in a land so beautiful
a soul would have never, sadly, dwelled.
His life so perfect, but his own soul cried
and forever his heart felt swelled.

Together they met in a dream
in each of their busy bit of heads.
Holding hands, promising to love forever
to meet the next day, was all they had said.

Fulfilling a silly dream,
both set out to see if the dream, if 'twas true.
Fortunately, 'twas and from that moment
a love had suddenly bloomed.

This fairy tale ends, never, my dear
because their love was so strong
that in the end
their hearts had realised their love was never wrong.

Their dreams had been fulfilled
to every bit of a last drop!
Their lifes had been happier than ever
and so their love never stopped.