The tale of sleeping beauty,
The truth was, she was quite a cu-tie,
It was her birthday,
It was today,
Fell asleep like the witch said,
The truth, was her finger bled,
Pricked her finger,
It was a sharp stinger,
Needed a prince to wake her up,
Prince came said yo Wat sup,
Went over to her bed,
Put his hands, on her head,
leant over her,
truth was he was just a lear-ner,
He kissed her, then waited,
That moment waiting how he hated,
Princess awoke and looked at his face,
She decided it was a pretty place,
that's the end of the fairy tale story,
the witch had no no glory,
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