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She was agog, that from the bog,
a prince emerged from being a frog.
Who now proceeded to proclaim
the exalted nature of his name,
‘I am the bold, the great Prince Gons,		
whose fame is sung in many songs,
to whom this land around belongs.’		

Heart a-flutter, she did mutter,
in a voice that had slight stutter,			
‘Please kind sir, will you will assist me,			
ever grateful to you I‘ll be.’
As they sat within the mire,
she awakened his desire,
setting both their hearts afire.

‘I implore you, I’ll adore you.
Something, anything I’ll do for you.			
Just name your price, I know the king,
he’ll give you almost everything,			
if you will take me back to him.’
Then Gons, in bliss, could not resist,
from giving her another kiss.

But sad to say, the curse still lay,
in changing things about that day,
now, to his horror, Prince Gons found,			
that everything just turned around.
he stood transfixed with mouth agape 			
and watched his loved as she changed shape, 		
from being a princess to an ape!				

How to escape from being an ape,					
restore her to her heavenly shape,
was all the prince could think about,
and wondering what he might try out,
he felt he must again persist,
in giving her a further kiss,
upon her facial orifice.

But sad to say it was still May,
and when things turned about that day.	
they could not then turn back again,
so kissing her was quite in vain.
But being by her beauty blessed,
its swift return became Gons quest,
to search, to seek with ne’er a rest.		

Whilst holding hands in foreign lands, 				
Prince Gons oft called those angel bands,
to tell him how he might restore,
his princess back to him once more,
and all this time she did abide,
beside his side and could not hide,			
her longing looks to be his bride.

Far, far and wide they both did roam,
no place on earth they could call home.
for no one knew how to dispel, 
the curse of that black witch’s spell,
until at last the good Prince Gons, 
came to acknowledge all his wrongs,
to be more loving he now longs.

Hope seemed quite lost when Prince Gons found
a hidden cave far underground
a wise one told him straight and true,
‘Timing will break this spell for you.
Choose the right month, choose the right time
and everything will work out fine.
A bright full moon will make her thine.’

To end neatly, to end sweetly,
finishing now this tale completely,
Prince Gons at length he did regain,
his princess back to him again,
first kissing her when it was noon,
then in the light of the full bright moon,
not in the month of May, but June.
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