Once upon a time, in a faraway land
(Well, we all know, it's a fairy-tale trend),
There lived a fair maiden, in a very tall tower,
She was shut there by the witch's incredible power,
And except for watching 'Pop Idol' on Magic TV,
Our poor heroine's days were painfully free.
The enchantress, an old hag straight from Middle Ages,
Who was listed in 'Witchcraft & Sorcery' in the Yellow Pages,
Had her own views on the girl's education,
And kept her away from the big world's temptations.
There was only a window; not a single door, at all,
So, when the witch wanted to take an evil stroll,
She used the girl's hair as a VIP rope.
With her everyday 
               'Let down thy hair to me' 
                              the girl had to cope.
There happened a prince in the nearby wood,
Who was chasing some squirrels, but gave up for good,
And he suddenly heard a terrific voice singing,
Every word was so clearly in his ears ringing,
So he wanted to see the creature with his own eyes,
He lurked in the bushes to watch how the witch climbs
A ridiculously long and suspicious-looking hair.
'I should see for myself', thought the prince, - 'Oh, I swear!'
When the witch was away on her wicked business,
In his armour, shining like a pine-tree on Christmas,
Came the prince, shouting the 
                          'Let down thy hair to me' 
                                                      line.
Was the girl not only tone-deaf, but also almost blind?
So, she lets down her hair, the prince starts to climb,
And the hair comes out at that very time.
The enchantress came hopping on hearing the scream,
And yelled 'Out of my sight, you pervert, she's only fourteen!'