Fable

In this tale
The girl run

In this fable
Little boy and your mom

Alice never forget of hear that sound
And john accept your history
Is more long, long

Long

Three pigs in the home sweet home
And one blonde hair down until floor

Wolf never waited for a formal invitation
And rapunzel cannot wait to comb your child
When she's born, born

Born

He was tired of be alone
Peter can smell the air of outone

C'mon wendy he said
When the windows close
And shine your eyes when this chapter
Is over, over

Over