One hundred years she could not weep,
or skip or sing or laugh or dance,
Until a prince had had his chance.
One kiss of love did break the charm!
He held her fondly in his arm,
But she recoiled back in fear
And summoned her guards to come near.
For when she woke she could not tell
That she had been under a spell.
She thought he was an intruder
And not her destined saviour.
But when they had questioned the youth
They came to know the bitter truth
That time had moved a hundred years
And then their eyes were filled with tears.
The princess and her loyal maid
Were very truly much dismayed.
Both began then to loudly wail
To hear them no one could fail.
On waking from so long a sleep
You too dear, would vainly weep,
If you realised what you wore
Was out of fashion long before!