Dwarf nonsense
Once upon a time, twice begins this rhyme
Thrice was not so long ago, once upon a time
Fourth there was this dwarf, fifth a little miffed
Sixth he picked up sticks thinking of his warmth
Seventh is uneven saying eighth is out of line
Ninth has gone quite far enough and now it is tea time
Once the sticks were lit and the billy on the boil
The dwarf became all cheery with the warmth and watching telly
"Switch it off" I shouted "if you've asked me for a chat"
But I played the second fiddle to Snow White upon the mat
"Hi diddle, diddle the cat and the fiddle" I had upon my mind
But the dwarf just went on chuckling to the picture and the sound
"Two of us a party, three of us a crowd" my anger it is rising
As he fiddled with the volume and drowned my cries aloud
"Snow White is my heart's delight" I sang in desperation
And the dwarf he threw a fit and slew me on the hearth
He cut me up and cooked me and fed me to his cat
And said he was not sorry we had not had that chat.
Now I get my own back on this funny little chap
For constipation killed her, his cat upon the mat
The dwarf ? He has his telly and me inside his belly
Doing flips and throwing fits and feeling rather jolly.
This is Allison Lefcort’s Snow White.
