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.