Oh, once there was a princess, as pretty as can be
She was proud to be a princess of the pretzel country
She pranced and she danced to the Pretzel Prelude
While crunching on a pretzel, her favorite food
Poor, poor, princess don’t you cry
You love pretzels why ask why?
She didn’t have a prince, but that didn’t make her cry
She would rather have a pretzel than meet some handsome guy
She preferred pretzels to fruit or french fries
In the big pretzel contest, she won first prize
Poor, poor, princess …
She promised the pretzels that she would always be true
But she was just pretending, like other children do
All the pretzels cried till their tears made them soggy
The princess ran away with her little pet froggy
Poor, poor, princess …
