And to show I bear no ill will I too shall bestow a gift on the child
But before the sun sets on her 16th birthday she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!
Come my pet let us leave our noble prince with these happy thoughts
Fools! idiots! imbeciles!
I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight
I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation
Listen Well All Of You
Now shall you deal with me o prince and all the powers of hell!
Off he rides on his noble steed a valiant figure straight and tall to wake his love with love's first kiss and prove that true love conquers all!
Oh they're hopeless a disgrace to the forces of evil
Well Well
You poor simple fools thinking you could defeat me! me! the mistress of all evil!