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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