In the land of make-believe, I've been told
A beautiful princess doth dwell, oh tell
Its not for me to inform, not so bold
by all accounts shes a damsel, so swell
Oh, her skin so fair, could be transparent
the countenance of a mischievous child
narrator of this tale, love apparent
Obvious, enchanting girl him beguiled
Ah, his listeners curiosity piqued
to find her, compulsion, an aching need
this princess was in every nook seeked
some put a bounty on her head,the greed
In many a gents mind a seed has been planted
One she may favour, their wishes granted