The briefest note, before the tale's begun
So as to cast our dwarfs in proper light;
No purer group of seven could ye find --
Resisted all they could (well... all but one),
Told the gnarly hag to fly a kite,
But dwarfs aren't quite the magic-wielding kind;
No sooner were their kindly souls maligned.
Each one of them'd fall gladly 'pon a sword
Than hurt Snow White -- but to their gruff chagrin,
The witch's hatred wouldn't be ignored;
Their purest deeds would turn to acts of sin.
Obey they would, but with a poisoned heart
(Except the one who tore the rest apart).
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© J. Cambridge, 2017.
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