book 1

march of the prince hunter

One day, I do pray for a prince

Although when people look at me, they tend to wince

I am not pretty, nor smart, not sporty

I'm also a bit of a shorty

Princes are kind and sweet and cute

While i'm something you scrap off the bottom of a boot

Everyone claims that i'm pretty and smart

I have to agree with what i find in my heart

When i see myself in the mirror i kind of want to cry

I'm sorry you found out how much i want to die

My friends are all gorgeous, though they won't agree

All i can do is hope is that he is blind if not he may flee