Goldilocks
Goldilocks was a poor little orphan
Who everyone knew but nobody cared
Feeding herself was a burden she bared
She says she's at fault for her misfortune
One day Goldilocks discovered a house
The smell of porridge was calling her name
So she chose to crawl through the window frame
Nobody was home not even a mouse
She tried three bowls of porridge and chose one
Her stomach now full she sits in some chairs
She looks around and sees pictures of bears
She wanted a nap and then she'd be done
She slept to long and the three bears came home She ran away and continued to roam
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