I know a tale of perfect love, the truest of its kind,
Passed by kings and fishermen on tattered paper over time.
She was a lovely maiden, manner and beauty fair,
Held in the lair of a dragon fierce, she cried out in despair.

Rescue me, sweep me away
I'm nothing on my own,
Lost in the depths I am captive here
Come and lead me home.


He was a strong and fearless prince who loved his lady so,
He heard the cry and it seized his heart, so to the lair he rode.
On his valient steed he raced the wind, urged by the lady's cry.
He reached the lair and he ventured in and caught his lady's eye.


This filled the prince with urgency and he leapt at the form below