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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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