wall They tied the llamas tails together They hid crickets in the king's bed And they never stopped teasing Pedro the boy who did all the hard work around the palace They hid his broom they stole his shoes and left muddy handprints on the palace
day One day the king lost his temper You're just too bad he cried I shall turn you into oranges for a year and a
important And pling it was done The girls had gone Instead three beautiful golden oranges hung from the orange tree in the palace garden The king put a guard under the tree to make sure that his daughters were safe I'm so
too For a long time the palace was very peaceful and all was well But the story of the three orange princesses passed in whispers from mouth to ear It got louder and louder until at last deep underground in the Land of Monsters the creatures who lived there heard it
