Sir Ribbit, the most handsome, frogly prince of Shire Pond,
suffered daily, sincere heartache, pain, unbearable and beyond.
For you see he was the only young, frog prince in all the land,
who still had not asked a princess fair for the honor of her hand.
He would sit depressed most all the day on his royal lily pad,
to forlorn to even think about mosquitoes, flies or gnats.
All he wanted was a maiden who would share his froggy throne.
Someone to truly love him, someone to call his own.
One day while he was busy, quite involved with his dilemma,
Sir Ribbit overheard a rogue speak of a princess named Sweet Emma.
She was the fairest of all fair, even in her humanness.
She was open sport for any frog brave enough to take her kiss.
The legend of Sweet Emma’s plight, said that she really was a frog,
who had been cursed to live as human and made to leave her noble log.
It would only take one magic kiss to set this froglett free.
But until then, poor, Sweet Emma had to live in misery.
Sir Ribbit hopped and leapt with joy, knowing Emma would one day be
the one to share his kingly pad, the princess of his dreams.
So, he gathered all his knightly gear and his princely frog attire
and began his quest for his Sweet Em, jumping out beyond his shire.
He came upon a battered Toad, who looked worn and quite distressed.
“Go back young prince,” the Toad declared, “you will never pass the test!”
But Sir Ribbit was more determined than when he first began his trek.
He conjured up his courage, not knowing what else to expect.
Farther down the road, appeared a sullen, tattered, Bullfrog knight.
“Stay away from Princess Emma,” he croaked, “she’s just not worth the fight!”
But as the bullfrog slowly passed him, young Sir Ribbit would not take heed.
Once again, he mustered up his strength. For his Sweet Emma, he would proceed.
As he saw the castle nearing, his poor heart, it skipped a beat.
It was only just a matter of time and he would have his princess sweet.
He hopped into the palace yard and in the distance he could see
a maiden fair, with flowing hair. Sweet Emma, she must be.
So, he carefully and cautiously approached the princess from behind.
He was sure she was the froglett love he had desperately been trying to find.
He quietly bounced up on the bench beside his Emma fair.
She had not yet taken notice and was completely unaware.
This was the moment he’d been awaiting. He’d have his princess true at last!
So, he readied his strong hopper legs. He’d grab the kiss and get out fast.
All at once, he pounced upon her lips and placed his magic kiss.
The maiden gasped and then collapsed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this!
Sir Ribbit felt extremely strange, here’s how the story goes.
Where once he had frog legs and webs, were now men’s fingers and toes!
He had changed into a human prince, a gallant, strapping lad.
Sir Ribbit stood in disbelief. He just could not understand.
This girl was not his dear Sweet Emma. Everything was still a fog.
And the worst part of this whole endeavor is now, he’d have to kiss a frog!