"Once upon a time, there was a queen,
Beauty admired her all existing being,
Generous and lovable and caring she was,
Once upon a time, there was someone as her" said Mrs Brown,
and stopped for a brief,
The kids were all gazing with a wondrous relief,
"Once upon a time.." She went off to say,
A story of beauty, and fairies and elfs,
Who can love you all day.
Who can love you all day.

And then when she said of wolves and dark doubts,
The children were listening but making face pouts,
But then when she said-"that there was Prince Red, who was but brave and saved all of that town...."
The children were going all like-"and then what Mrs Brown?
And then what Mrs Brown?"

And like all other stories she then well said-
"Happily ever after, with our queen and prince red.
The town was now green with hopes and new dreams,
Wolves were all gone,
And love was in air,
Everyone lived so happily over there.."

The children were smiling and laughing like skies,
The children went home with hope in their eyes,
But Mrs Brown knew, that the story was false,
Since when they would grow, there would be only wolves and dark doubts.

She was but hiding the mask of all truth,
She knew it well, that reality "ain't good."
But all that she knew,
And all what she did,
Was To instill a moment of hope in a brief.

The children would grow,
One would be queen, and one would be Red,
Some would be wolves and some would be afraid of fear and all dread,
Some would be good, and some would be bad,
The truth in all ways, would be no ones are glad.

They would be just there, between this and all that.

They would be grown ups, who would be standing between,
The conception of bad and the conception of good,
They would be grown ups to think-
"I but just could...
And I but just should..?"