But she felt she ought to meet them all
‘Though the whole idea began to pall.
The fifth brought a rich embroidered gown
Again the princess turned him down.
The sixth and seventh tried flattery
One with a portrait, one poetry.
The eighth was nice, but much too young
By now this was no longer fun.
But then, the ninth, as he bent down
Offered her a glittering crown.
“I’d like to make you my dear queen”
He said. She answered with a frown
“I thank you for your present, and
Your trust in me to rule your land.
There’s someone else I need to see
And then I’ll know if I am free.”
His smile was warm as he came in
She knew at once that he would win.
He knelt before her to propose
And handed her a single rose.
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