The Crumpled Rumple
Rumplestiltskin was his name
why does he have a twisted game
why would he want her unborn child
she guessed his name and he went wild
lets explore this mans backround
for you will no longer have to ask around
he lived in the woods 2 miles south
a little german village, I hear by word of mouth
the palace was very close
you could see it in sight
for the king, he was rotten
scum filled with all his might
rumple, as they called him
hated the king
he treated him so badly
but nobody had seen
their dads were best friends
they grew up together
but once he turned to king
he was treated like imitation leather
for rumple was lonely
he dreaded it so
then he saw the millers daughter
they were forcing her to spin gold
one thing stuck out
the conditions and terms
he hear if she spin straw into gold
the king would be hers
he turned and he flipped
gold paint on his hip
by morning rise
they were full of surprise
rumple wanted revenge
for the kings selfish ways
he knew how to get him
he shall burst in flames
it would benefit him not once, but twice
the king shall surely pay his price
rumple would be lonely no longer
his emptyness shall not grow stronger
he mentioned this incredible deal
he will get her unborn child, and he shall spin the wheel
she agreed not knowing she would ever be queen
his face had brighted, he was so mean
time passed by he was very happy
killing two birds with one stone
this feeling made him so sappy
he couldn't wait
the baby was born
she took the bait
for she had sworn
he arrived at the palace
all she could do was shake
GIVE ME THE BABY
THIS IS HIS FATE
she wouldn't budge
she felt so ashame
you have three chances
to guess my name
she thought long, she searched far
one guess, two guess, the third bizarre
he couldn't be more glad
it would be his soon
she made him MAD
when the last guess was true
he died that day from a broken heart
this feeling so strong just tore him apart
they say this sadness tore him in two
this right here is not something you knew
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