The Evil Queen's Song
They called me a monster,
They called me a witch.
They called me a hypocrite,
A bully, a snitch.
They called her beautiful,
A sight to be seen.
More beautiful than any,
Even me, the queen.
But I got the last laugh!
Or so I thought.
For death spells I did not know,
Sleeping spells I was taught.
The apple I delivered,
A tantalizing treat.
She fell with a mighty thud,
And oh! Revenge was sweet.
And then came that cursed prince,
Who spotted her fair face.
She became his lovely bride,
Decked in silk and lace.
So here I am from the dungeon,
Penning this warning note:
When next you try to kill Snow White,
Throw her off a boat.
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