There once was a story told far and wide
The story of a prince and a maid
You know the story the your all be familiar with
The handsome prince finds the beautiful maid
And takes her away to save her of her cruel home
And live everlastingly blissful in a palace far away
No one truly knows the story but me
I know what no one can be aware of
That behind the fairy tale is a cold hard reality
That the girl did not hate her life of work and toil
She love to clean as well as cook and broil
That her sisters loved her so
In addition to her stepmother who Was kind and slow
How shed weave her gentle tunes in mild afternoons
Put great efforts away in the gardens
In a simple dress her hair held up in bows
Still looking dazzling in her muck
While and around her animals wonder to and fro
But then one day a considerable striking young man
Came riding to her door she of Corse let him
To rest and to eat as she made his food
And went to put in order his horses
For her sweet sister could not help and her
Stepmother to old to be of use
So the maid did all the work
Not minding one bit but the
Prince that with a terrible
Fit that such loveliness should
Be served not serve her self she
So he captured the poor maid and scurried of with
The unfortunate girl
That evermore yearned for her domestic household
