It was “A Heated Proposition.”
The Princess never dreamed her frock
Of gold was wrought by fairy power.
And set, like an alarming Clock,
To go off at the midnight hour.
Her childish laugh rang with delight:
“Thank God-mamma’s not here to-night.”
Prince Charming looked his very best
To—I mean at—the Ladies Fair;
No dread foreboding stirred his breast;