| When Princess Daisy laid her head upon a cushioned, flowery bed, the bed felt soft, but Daisy frowned, for down below, she heard a sound. And in the morning when she rose, she wrinkled up her pretty nose. |  Illustration © 2016 Steven Henry |
“How’s a princess meant to rest?
Is that the way you treat a guest?
Something buzzed just out of sight.
It kept me up throughout the night.
A true princess,” she said, perturbed,
“shouldn’t have her sleep disturbed.”
The queen replied, “I am impressed,
as you have passed a rigid test,
for far beneath your mattress tower,
something sits inside a flower.
Never has another stirred,
nor complained of what you heard.
Despite their beauty, grace and poise,
not a one could hear the noise.
A true princess, I will concede--
a true princess, you are indeed.
Anyone can feel a pea,
but a TRUE princess can sense a bee!”
Poem © 2016 Rebecca Colby
Illustration © 2016 Steven Henry
Is that the way you treat a guest?
Something buzzed just out of sight.
It kept me up throughout the night.
A true princess,” she said, perturbed,
“shouldn’t have her sleep disturbed.”
The queen replied, “I am impressed,
as you have passed a rigid test,
for far beneath your mattress tower,
something sits inside a flower.
Never has another stirred,
nor complained of what you heard.
Despite their beauty, grace and poise,
not a one could hear the noise.
A true princess, I will concede--
a true princess, you are indeed.
Anyone can feel a pea,
but a TRUE princess can sense a bee!”
Poem © 2016 Rebecca Colby
Illustration © 2016 Steven Henry
Illustration © 2016 Steven Henry
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