DISENCHANTED TALE...

You know that typical princess,
Silly blond girl with curly hair,
Locked up in a kind of fortress,
And no brains up there...

She's waiting, waiting for her Prince
To come and rescue her from the ugly Witch.
When he comes she must not wince,
If the windows open and the curtains twitch.

What was the witch thinking,
All crooked nose and eye-bulging?
Would have she thought
She could 'er get him caught?

"If he wants to climb the wall
He'd be attacked by my rats
And then stumble and fall
Across a pack of brats!"

But the Prince who was smarter
Killed the princess, kissed the witch,
If the first loved herself,
The second did love him,
On her face love had made such a switch
The prince sat her on the broom's parcel shelf,
Took off and kept her ever after in trim
And together they lived happily forever.