Toys sat--Books went unread.
The princess, who felt quite unwell,
had taken to her bed.
The jesters and the royal court
did all that they could do.
They offered treats and games and such--
She whispered, "No thank you."
The doctors of the kingdom
were summoned to her side.
They said,
"We're sorry, Princess,
but you'll have to open wide,
and take this yucky medicine--
It seems the only way.
For you to feel much better,
you must do what we say."
The princess held her nose
and with a very royal frown,
she took the nasty-tasting stuff.
She swallowed it all down.
It took some princess courage
and a royal doc or two--
But soon she felt much better,
and this is how they knew.
The other royal siblings
came to her room one day,
and asked her quite politely
if she'd like to come and play.
The princess answered cheerfully--
her voice was clear and pure.
The smile,
that had been gone awhile,
returned
and she said,
"Shoor."
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