What's his name, the one with a dog,
And a tattered overcoat, a tad too long?
Today he slipped his stance and broke a pane,
Letting go the leash and dropping his cane.
The dog danced free and chased a frog-
He started moving to catch the hound
But then stood back and waited in the lot.
Of fresh bread, he smelled the air around.
Then the Princess of Frain came by that lane;
Her hair betrayed signs of wind and rain.
She was lost, to him it seemed:
With expectant eyes she looked at him.
"How far have I come to see you!" said she,
With a trembling voice and glistened eyes.
"How did my hound turn into a lady!"
Screamed her ill father at the skies.
Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge. - Henry Miller