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Snow White, Undead


Snow White was a vampire

(Her lips were blood red)

She preyed on the townsfolk

And left villagers dead

Her skin was like snowdrifts

(Her victim’s was too)

Where she hunted next

Not a living soul knew

But Snow White settled down

(She had married a beau)

A handsome vampire prince

With teeth gleaming so

Snow White had many heirs

(The apples of her eye)

Seven images of their father

Just miniature sized

Then Snow White and her brood

(with a most silent tread)

Began hunting whole villages

As a family, undead.

 

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