16 October 2012
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair,
So I can climb, towards the sky,
And meet you way up there,
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, naive in her youth,
Did so as the stranger asked,
Her eyes blind from the truth,
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, thought he was the one,
She even let him tie her hair,
Into a golden bun,
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, scissors slipped her sight,
Prince, in the day, he just might stay,
But this was in the night,
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, she let his grip get harder,
In one clean shear, off hair and ear,
Her Prince, he was a barber.
Fairytale Trail|Rapunzel • Opuss № I