"I delight in your beauty."
"Excuse me, young lady!" The voice asked. "If I might, with permission of course, have the last dance tonight?"
"With me?" She asked, startled as she turned to the voice. "You must be mistaken, I'm an awfully poor choice."
"Who told you you're awful?" He asked. "How do you know?" "Can't you see for yourself? The whole world tells me so!"
Then onto the dance floor, walked the King as He said, "Would you like to, my child, hear what I think instead?"
Then the hall filled with music, as the King took her hand. She asked, "Your Majesty? Please, I dont understand!"
"I think you're beautiful." The King said as He smiled. "I treasure you deeply. You're lovely, my child.
"I think you're beautiful. Your hair and your braces, your glasses and clothes, your cumbersome graces.
"And many more traits which I could speak of. There's nothing about you I don't truly love.
"You're kind and you're honest, you're funny and smart. You're really quite charming, you have a good heart."
"Your Majesty?" She asked, as a tear came in view. "I'd like to believe You, is that really true?"
"Of course it is true, every word that I say! Daughter, I am the King, and I made you that way.
"I delight in your beauty, you're wonderfully made. I knew you before earth's foundation was laid.
"You're precious to Me, every hair on your head. Daughter, hear and believe!" The King said.
Then the music grew soft and came to an end, when the cuckoos above struck twelve once again.
She smiled as she stood in that hall all alone. "I'm... beautiful!" She said, and turned to go home.
– VeggieTales, Ep. #33 "Snoodlerella"












