Rumpelstiltskin & Co.

Rumpelstiltskin didn't just have one,

Rumpelstiltskin also had a son.

His sister's job was getting old,

Turning straw into gold.

So to make a change,

He increased his range,

Spinning copper wire,

For your local cable provider!

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