Day 1, Tale #2 of Giambattista Basile’s “Il Pentamerone”
retold in narrative verse by Laura J. Bobrow
       read by Laura J. Bobrow

    There are fairies who wander around,
and some have their ears to the ground.
So take care what you say.
You may find out one day
that your silliest wish will rebound.

“My heart,” cried a woman, “is sore.
If I just had a child to adore.
Boy or girl, it could be,
or the sprig of a tree!” 
And a myrtle is what she then bore.

She nestled it into a pot
She watered and loved it, a lot.
It soon caught the eye 
of a Prince passing by
and he paid for it right on the spot.

She begged him to take special care,
“That’s my daughter who’s living in there.”
Though he thought she was ill, 
he said, “Madam, I will,
for I find it exceedingly rare.”

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