There once was a strange little minnow who loved to sing.
\nHer mother was a singer too, like bells her voice did ring.
\nBut the blibs and the blubs of the river tongue were hard to use.
\nThe minnow wanted to go up on land, and maybe even wear shoes!<\/p>\n
But the minnow was not ready, or so her mother did fear.
\nThe minnow practiced and her voice became ever so pure!
\n“I suppose I must let you go” her mother eventually did say.
\nSo the minnow adventured out upon land that very same day!<\/p>\n
She flipped and she flopped and she bumbled and bopped.
\nEvery fish out of water at first flails like a flounder.
\nBut the minnow had faith in herself and never stopped.
\nSo she wandered the woods until a clearing did surround her.<\/p>\n
The people, they went this way and that,
\nThis place had everything, even stores of nice hats!
\nThe minnow sang in the center with all she could,
\nAnd as she sang another soul did exit the wood.<\/p>\n
A handsome young fox rode forth on his steed.
\nA fox of fortitude, who always did good deeds!
\nThe fox’s keen ears caught wind of her song,
\nand he listened intently and even hummed along!<\/p>\n
The minnow and the fox, they sure hit if off.
\nBest friends they became, and at danger they did scoff!
\nThey traveled the world from east to west
\nAt righting all wrongs, they were surely the best!<\/p>\n
But things have a way of changing, and for the minnow changes never hid.
\nThe two had an argument over if it was really good that she did.
\nSo the two parted ways and the minnow was lost
\nAs she wandered her once lovely songs became chilled with frost.<\/p>\n
The minnow flopped right into a trap, a hunter’s snare
\nThe minnow was placed in an empty cell, at the walls she did stare.
\nTo the castle of a general she was soon sold.
\nThe minnow had lost her way, she was no longer bold.<\/p>\n
She went to meet the master of this old castle
\nThis all really was well and dearly a hassle
\nit turned out he was a snake the size of a horse!
\nAnd he had a thing for young minnows, oh! of course!<\/p>\n
Here the minnow met 3 of her own.
\nLost sisters she had never even known.
\nShe knew then that she would have to fight back,
\nbut she had no idea for a plan of attack.<\/p>\n
But in burst the fox with his mighty spear,
\nHe easily knocked that bad snake on his equivalent of a rear!
\nHe slew that evil in one clean thrust.
\nThe minnow never lost faith, in the fox she would always trust.<\/p>\n
The others were set free, but the fox and the minnow remained.
\nHe took her by the hand, jumped on his horse and grabbed the reigns.
\nThey rode off just as the night was getting late,
\nand so the minnow said “I think this counts as our first date!”<\/p>\n
Their love would last a lifetime, it was oh so true.
\nThey traveled together and time sure flew!
\nOnce the fox was willing to retire and put down his lance,
\nThe pair opened a tavern to entertain with wine, song and dance!<\/p>\n
And when the minnow finally saw her dear mother again,
\nThe mother no longer saw a bumbling daughter, but an equal. A friend!
\nThus ends our tale of Ms. Minnow and Sir Fox, it will never get old.
\nNow its time for you, the crowd, to shower me with fresh apples and gold!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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