Once upon a time there was a girl,
She was a strange thing,
Once upon a day there was,
She dissapeared with a ping,
An evil queen looked high and low,
Malicious as she was,
Its not that they were friends as such,
Its just she was made of butterscotch,
Once the queen had found the girl,
She ate her in a cough,
Now she looked not high and low,
All she looked was fat.
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