” For looks are not everything, darling one
And nor is the distance they have come.
They may be rich, but are they kind?
That is the thing you need to find.”
“To choose the one you mean to stay
At your side both night and day
Each has been asked to try to woo
With a single gift – now, it’s up to you.”
The princess had portraits of many men
And whittled them down to only ten.
Now to see what they had brought
And to remember what she’d been taught.
The first brought with him a trunk of gold
But the princess thought him far too old.
The second ofered her chocolates sweet
But she didn’t want anything to eat.
The third talked much about his land
In a language she did not understand.
The fourth came in with a sneeze and a cough
She began to feel she’d had enough.
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