Sir Lone-alot
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair
No thanks she replied, for up here it's quite fair
I've grown to be fond of this tower, my lair
I live on my own now, there's no need to share
This left the prince with a dumbfounded look
That was not the reply for which he had forsook
If he wanted to wed, he would need a good hook
For Rapunzel enjoyed living up in that nook
The prince then came up with a crafty new line
He said "marry me and together, we'll shine"
The princess replied with a "thanks, but I'm fine"
The poor prince will now sit alone, should he dine
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