A long, long time ago, it was in the days of old
When women were dainty and knights were bold
Lived a fire breathing demon, or so the legend is told

Round this demon roamed and villages burned to the ground
In desperation the call went forth and riders sent all around
Be it knight or noble, to peasant and all, a hero must be found

Rewards would be great for the one, he that would demon slay
Rich was the King and plenty land, half his kingdom to give away
And best of all, they all agreed, his daughter’s hand on the very day

So many suitors had come to woo and win the Princess’ hand
This creature so beautiful and fair, on her hand to place a band
One after another she’d turned them down, why no-one could understand

One by one, in their shiny armour, came up the knights so bold
Head held high into forest they rode, in their eyes the promise of gold
Fearful screams of battles fierce, not one returned to grow gracefully old

The last to remain, a peasant boy, dressed in rags with hood on head
In he strode with staff in hand, no battle sounds but silence instead
Out strolled the peasant whistling a song and demon flying overhead

In the middle of meadow he calmly stopped with demon by his side
Who was this boy that could tame a demon, but no-one could decide
He had done the deed, tamed the demon, now he claimed his bride

The Princess cursed for she hated men, but now her fate was sealed
Promised she was to this man, her husband to be stood in the field
No change of mind the King allowed no matter how much she appealed

A gasp went up as his face was revealed for in reality the he was a she
The King cursed, the Princess swooned, how could this possibly be
However if you looked closely, delight on the Princess’ face you’d see

The Princess and the girl married and lived in a state of bliss
They were meant for each other, knew with the first kiss
And they were known forever as the Princess and the Miss