The Mushroom Princess
I sing of Toadstool, loveliest of maids, and Mario, bravest plumber e'er known.
Canto I
A fair princess in
far off kingdom lives
Beauty exceeded only
by her pow'r;
Her magic hand her
nation safety gives
Her wise, clear
voice doth rule from iv'ry tow'r.
Now trag'dy
strikes, the maid is stol'n away
By turtles fierce,
who lust for power cruel.
They charge the
land, like dark eclipse of day
And snatch the
princess for their evil rule.
Their leader,
Bowser, laughs and long and hard.
His reptile grips
descends upon the land.
All creatures wilt,
as though from poison shard.
The ground itself
doth shake beneath his hand.
Now far away in a
long distant world
Beyond the pipes
that pierce th'ethereal veil
In a city called
Brooklyn there lay curled
Upon two beds, a
pair of brothers well
Exhausted from their
daily labors great.
Luigi young and
Mario elder.
They'd served the
city for twelve hours late
Patching up leaks
and clearing clogs of fur.
The eldest now has a
familiar dream
Of a lady in pink
like tender rose.
Her eyes outshine
the sunlight with their gleam
She reaches out her
hand, and Mario knows
Tis peril that she
fears and only he
May mend what's
broken and restore therein
The treasures
shattered by malicious glee
So mushrooms and
flowers may thrive again.
"Luigi," he
says, upon wakening,
"This thing that
I've seen is a work of magic.
The pipe she led me
to inside my dream
Will take us to her
fallen realm tragic."
And so they set out
to the place foretold
A secret path hidden
beneath the ground.
The eerie green of
the pipe them enfold
The magic transports them without a
sound.