In a lonely wind-swept castle lives an evil looking beast.
His temper's none too gentle, and his brow's forever creased.
His servants and companions are all crockery and such.
The curse they all are under seems to me a little much.
He's waiting for your beauty
to open up his heart.
He only needs your lovin' arms
to tear his chains apart.
If you can't love his body,
then love him for his mind,
'Cos you may find him bestial,
but he's about the best you'll find.
I know he took you prisoner girl, exchanged you for your Pa,
but don't you think forgiveness could be stretched about that far?
He wasn't always quite this way - If you give him the chance,
this proud and savage prowler might just learn again to dance.
When the moon is full an' shinin' bright
you'll hear his anguished cry,
So loud it wakes the neighbours,
'n' drives you crazy by and by.
He needs your tender lovin' care -
don't send him to the vet,
'Cos you may find him bestial,
but he's about the best you'll get.
Well now they're safely married, you may think our story's done,
But let me contradict you, 'cos its only just begun!
The doctors and physicians tried to spare her from this hurt:
Though the Prince is once more human, his offspring may revert....
The Beauty and the Beast today
have something to proclaim:
a fine and bouncy heir
to carry on the Bestial name.
The midwife stands there proudly,
"Child, your son has fine brown hair...
(all over)...
And you may find him bestial,
but he's quite the best you'll bear!"
© June 1994 by Paul Bristow