Rapunzel’s Feeling Down
Rapunzel’s feeling down, braids hanging.
Bells in her long hair, loudly clanging.
A prince longs to climb her bound tresses.
The ding-dong warns the witch, confesses.
The royal in youthful usefulness, in love,
Catches witch off guard, won’t use kid glove.
These days, Rapunzel’s more grounded,
Cut off braids, as wedding bells sounded.
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