Her skin as fair and white as winter's snow
Her lips so plump and red like spring's new rose
Her far off prince is who she must find
Though being held back by her life long foes
Into the death filled woods she ran a muck
A small wooden cottage found unkempt there
Was soon to be the place f much great luck
Seven little men came home to their lair
They let her stay but soon her fate to be
A which a foe disguised was soon to come
a trick was plotted and she could not see
the danger of the plan that had become
an apple bitten into by this miss
only to be reversed by love's first kiss
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