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By: Genevieve Wright

Under  the  old  oak  tree

Watch  her  learn  to  fly

A  small  friendly  blue  fairy

A  dragon  in  the  sky

A  princess  who  then  marries 

A  prince  Who  can’t  die

A  mother  with  a  child

Who  turns  into  a  Whitch 

Which  is  just  as  wild

As  the  poor  becoming  rich

A  clock  then  struck  twelve 

A  group  of  dwarfs  filed 

A  girls  eyes  turn  gold

A  siren  sings  her  song

A  goblin  counts  his  coins

As  the  girl  sings  along

Shes  delighted  with  it  all

A  Queen  with  a  crown

A  girl  who  truly  belongs

A  kingdom  with  a  ball  

A  prince  who  actually  dies 

A  siren  who  stops  singing

The  girl  opens  their  eyes

Which  are  no  longer  gold

I  stare  at  the  words 

The  story’s  I  was  told

It  then  dawns  to  myself 

The  princess  has  grown  up

The  dragon  has  moved  away

The  story’s  I  always  loved

Will  never  be  the  same