On a Stormy Night

Sir Harry made a perilous journey over the mountains, across the badlands, and into the marshland where the beautiful swamp lily grows. It took three weeks and Lady Larken had all but given up hope that he would find a true princess. Then, one sunny morning in mid-April when the crocuses were just beginning to dot the meadows, the lookout in the north round tower spied two distant figures approaching at full gallop. The alarm was spread: "Sir Harry is back! Sir Harry is back with the new princess!" Now let's see, how does that part go in the old story?

(sung)

On a stormy night to the castle door

Came the lass the prince had been waiting for

(spoken)

That, of course, is utterly untrue. It didn't storm that night at all. In fact, it wasn't even night. And the princess only looked as though she'd come in from a storm.