Blushing Cheeks
Once upon a time,
there was a young girl fair
with blushing cheeks, petite physique,
and shining ebony hair.
With lips as red as blood
and skin as pale as snow,
there was no doubt for her mother stout,
the daughter had to go.
She called upon the huntsman,
said "Bring me her bleeding heart"
so he set forth, heading north
to find the grisly part.
The maiden was quite fearful,
she ran the best she could
with blushing cheeks her petite physique
she hid deep in the woods.
The huntsman was quite skillful
and found the little maid.
To her blushing cheeks and petite physique,
much attention was paid.
He spirited her away
to a cottage in the woods.
And with blushing cheeks and petite physique
she live the rest of her days.
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