Seven hands, seven mouths,
Seven people to feed.
Cleaning this and cleaning that,
A vacation badly in need.
Snow White this and Snow White that,
Never even a break!
Make my bed, clean the sheets,
It’s almost too much to take.
It’s so much to do, for a girl so young,
For a girl of fourteen years:
To slave away for seven men
And pour out all sweat and tears.
So what would a little bite do?
Of an apple so red with youth,
But containing such tint of certain death:
No one shall know the truth.
No, just a bite,
A small one too. It will be never known.
An “evil witch”, well what a trick,
The cause there was my own.
No more men, or food
Or muddy feet to clean.
Just a bite, a small one too,
And bring an end to my routine.