On the ramparts of the medieval castle
Stood the princess alone and waiting
In ruins lay the entire fortress
The balcony was blighted and crumbling
She was in disheveled and crushed clothes
Her hair hardly on fleek
Waiting for her dream man to show up
And sweep her off her feet.
As the moon raced across the skies
She became dejected and disheartened
Wondering if he at all remembered
His rendezvous, so important!
Just before the moon plunged into the sea
He walked out of the forest with a lumbering gait
The hairy troll looked up and winked
She sighed, swooned and bit the bait!