A child's curiousity
Can get her into trouble
And create a great monstrosity,
That may not be acceptable.
Don't touch the spindle,
My dear girl,
For consciousness may dwindle
Into your bed you will curl.
An unyielding sleep,
Your parents,
Will weep,
Over your ailments.
But do not fret,
Your fairies save the day,
Casting their spell, saving you, their pet,
So there everyone will lay.
You will wake,
With true love's kiss.
The curse will break,
And you will live in unending bliss.
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