I seek the princess’s hand
Just as every other man
How may I win my princess?
Should undying devotion I profess?
How might I gain her favor?
I fear my determination might wavier
I am but a lowly peasant
And she is far beyond my acquiescent
So I should seek my fortune across the sea
But even so, a prince I’ll never be
But if gain my fortune and cross the sand
Just like the Count of Monte Cristo I could lay my plan
I could go to that castle lain in the Poconos
And climb the highest tower just to hand her a rose
But alas the walls are steep and hard to breach
And like those cold stone walls ‘tis her heart I can’t reach
Amongst her court with princes and noblemen all gathered ‘round
My voice is too far away for the princess to hear a sound
Amongst her kingdom are great men and scholars that sing to her their song
And kingdom such as that I just don’t belong
It is my destiny to only admire her from afar
So I will honor her by giving her, her own star
Though I may not get this my princess I seek
I send her a butterfly to kiss her cheek
