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
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