My daughter asked me for a tale:

“A bedtime story, please!

Can there be a princess

in a wood with magic trees?

Enchanted elves who help her

when she runs away from wrong,

and bluebirds who stay with her

with a Mother Nature’s song,

A handsome prince who loves her

with a dragon for a friend,

they both come to the rescue,

(but only at the end)

and a step-mother, and goblins,

and a witches’ cauldron spell,

and a falling star, a harvest moon,

a King, a wishing well,

a *yawn*… a magic carpet and

some elves who always *yawn*…

and *yawn*… I hope there’s fairies

and of course, a unicorn,

and I, and oh, and hmm and *yawn*…

and good wins over bad…”

then, as she fell asleep: “Goodnight and…

thanks, great story, Dad!”