The Internal Dilemma

Once upon a time, very long ago,

I was working in the mines with my friends.

We had whistled and sung "heigh-ho, heigh-ho",

Until the work day had come to an end.

But, when we arrived to our sweet, little cottage,

We discovered something strange lying in my bed:

An exhausted lady it appeared, of old age, 

Her pallid skin had revealed that she was just dead.

Little did we know that she was the Queen;

Until we were told at the funeral chapel.

She was walking through the woods with her teen

whom "mistakenly" fed her a toxic apple.

To me it's unclear how such a thing could occur;

However, the fair young lady was coronated.

And to my surprise she said, without a slur, 

That the death of her mother had made her elated.

So here I am now all alone in bed,

The same one where the rightful queen had died,

Deeply thinking of what the new one said;

But what would I know, I am just a dope.