She used tell him stories
Of a princess in a tower
Who let down her long gold hair
For her demanding mother
It was her lifeline
As great as her own heart
Yellow as corn
Gorgeous like art
But Mother was too much
When she fell in love
With the prince down below
And her up above
So she cut off her hair
Bit by bit
She relished in every cut
In every last snip
But her heart could not handle this
And neither could the prince
So she was left to die alone
In the hairy, lonely pits
