Fake was the gold
She spun from her wheel.
Did you not know the farse to get here?
A Lie the tower
He climbed to reach her.
Tell the children of the witches plot.
Don't forget to hide the gold.
Tie it with a ribbon,
Leave it cold.
String a tear,
wear 'round your neck.
Bewitch a prince.
Hide the cinder foot.
Don't go in the woods.
It's beaty,
Will kiss you awake.
While your gallant steed pulls away.
Charge on to another day.
Watch for troubles,
On the way.
Fair maidens in towers
Glass on their feet.
Beware troubles,
Beholden in Fairytales.
The story's never over,
Though we stare at books end.