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Rumpelstiltskin


Rumpelstiltskin,

Weary and thin,

Has a reputation unbelieved.

Making deals,

Cunningly so,

To take first borns as currency.

Rumpelstiltskin,

Quick and nimble,

Snatches children from their cribs.

The parents weep

But fail to see,

How Stiltskin is protecting them.

 

He does not choose at random,

But he does choose fairly fast—

For the children he takes

Are not quite human:

Rather dangerous, in fact.

 

Mr. Rumpel,

Hide if you will

The reason you take these children.

Soon we will find

One you left behind,

And the way his teeth are sharpened.

 

Rumpelstiltskin,

Weary and thin,

Has a reputation quite appalling.

He takes these creatures

And hides away

Where no one can hear them calling.

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