Making a meal of it

Snow White's dwarves were very short and sweet Little knowing that they would end up as a very tasty treat For the troll who lived lurking under the bridge And kept the remains of the brothers Gruff inside his fridge It was over that bridge the little men skipped to their mine And every other time that had always been fine As the seven danced over that day with their jolly Hi-ho His net was thrown over and pulled them all down below And that was how they wound up as a delicious dessert Which kept the gluttonous troll so happy and pert. Poor Snow White is now left so miserable and alone And still wonders today why they have not answered her phone