Rumpelstiltskin & Co.
Rumpelstiltskin didn't just have one,
Rumpelstiltskin also had a son.
His sister's job was getting old,
Turning straw into gold.
So to make a change,
He increased his range,
Spinning copper wire,
For your local cable provider!
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