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In oldest form, fairy tales are quite dim

Despite fantastic and quaint devices 

In truth, I must applaud the brothers Grimm

For neatly arranging all life's vices.

Much like the vermin that we oft find "cute" 

Beloved tales disguised ever so neat

Alas, that what we see is but a suit

Beneath, is where we find nourishing meat. 

To entertain is not what our Grimm seeks

But rather to gift the young a callous 

A blessing is what that the brothers speak

A shield for weak versus harsh world's malice

So ask, I do, why must we change these tales?

Just then, a sequel does Disney unveil. 

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