Snip, Snip
Locked away, night and day
Mother told me to always look pretty,
I felt as though I was a pity,
She could leave the tower as she pleased,
Whenever she left I felt so teased,
I have been stuck here forever,
I always wished I had the freedom to go whereever,
I never knew why I was stuck in the tower,
The best I could do was listen to the rain shower,
One day as she was gone I found something shiny,
I was so excited to hold something so tiny,
I couldn't understand it's use,
Until I accidentally cut my hair loose,
Snip, snip
Snip, snip
Was all I could hear,
Now worrying about what mother would think brought me fear,
She came home old and leathery,
My hair falling lightly so feathery,
I felt free now,
I left the tower who needs her anyhow.
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