The miller man went to the King and said,
"Hey I heard you were strugglin'
with those scholarship essays you've been jugglin'
my daughter can spin you a story that's better than gold
you'll get that money so you won't be strugglin' "
The King agreed and took the man's daughter
Locked her in a room, typewriter, no shower
Told her "Write me those essays your father said you could do
or else I'll make you into a pair of shoes"
The daughter was distraught, wrought with fear
when a little strange man did appear and said
"give me your necklace and I won't be reckless
that essay will be done by ten"
And write he did with such great speed
That the next morning the King was pleased
So pleased in fact he implored
that the daughter should write a little more
"tuition is expensive! write more or
that threat from before remains!"
Enter a repeat of the night before
this time the little man takes some ore
on a ring that the daughter wore
And once again
the king is happy but still is not satisfied
so the little man comes to lend
But the daughter has nothing left to give
so in desperation
she offers up her first born
At least the king has his money
and makes the daughter his sweet little honey
and sooner enough
the child is born
and the little man comes for his prize money
But he can't resist a deal
and states that he will make an appeal
that if she can guess his name
her life will be without pain
the child will be hers and the little man will never be seen again
Burt believe it or not
he blows his own cover
in his hubris coughs it over
the name the daughter hears
And the very next day
she lays the name on him
He leaves defeated
And it's happily ever after