“Princess Toady”

In a castle hidden deep within the boggy, emerald green,  
Where moonlight winks on lily pads and tadpoles slip unseen,  
There reigns a stately figure, in a gown of clover shade—  
Princess Toady of the Marsh, in her swampy, royal glade.

Her crown is set with beetle wings, iridescent, soft, and bright;  
Her scepter made of willow reeds, a cattail tip alight.  
Her eyes, two golden marbles, scan her kingdom every day—  
From ripple-draped water lilies to where blue dragonflies play.

The loyal frogs assemble when the croaking chorus starts,  
Conducted by her gentle hands, their music melts all hearts.  
At dusk she walks the winding banks, her footprints in the mud,  
Bestowing humble blessings on each wiggling pollywog.

She dines on crispy water bugs, with dandelion tea;  
Her throne’s a mossy tree stump by the bent and bending tree.  
She listens to her subjects—every leaping, hopping friend—  
And keeps the swamp harmonious, from edge to oozy end.

O Princess Toady, regal in your kingdom damp and wide,  
You teach us grace and kindness as you rule the countryside.  
No shining marble towers, no moat of polished stone—  
Just love for all that squiggles in the wetland you call home.

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