Envy

Mirror, mirror on the wall 

Who's the richest of them all,

Not in wealth, but in gall?

"You are rich it is true,

But a mother is richer than you.

Daughters she birthed two,

One treated lower than Snow by you."

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Where can I find a mother so rich in gall?

"She married your Huntsman. Loyal, but untrue.

Throw a ball for a prince and she will come to you.

Watch for two daughters and a crystal shoe,

For jealousy will point her out to you."

Mirror, mirror on the wall 

How can I be the richest of them all?

"My Queen, my Queen, my Evil Queen

Offer her an apple, as sick as she.

Her heart, like yours, as cold as ice,

Follow my advice

And we will be the richest twice."