The stoniest of greens
Plague queens not yet queens
Just one beneath can steal the sleep
Of maidens counting sheep

The crown of terror past
The shell inside still lasts
The item you seek, a toy of the weak
Majesty downed, run around in town
To echo how naught but happy sounds

Willow tree
And whispers three
Together make a tasty tea
In forests they do glow
Whence we do not know
But in the teapot they will go

The Princess and the Pea.

Courage is not fearlessness.

Courage is feeling justly afraid and yet still doing what is right.