The Father wants a title for his daughter

and tells the King that she can make him rich

His Majesty is ruthless - gives no quarter

if gold is not forthcoming - kill the bitch.

A funny little guy informs her gaily

the he will spin the hay to ingots fine

the King gets greedy - gives her more hay daily

the elf demands her future kid - the swine!

If she can guess the elf's name he'll replace her

she racks her brains but cannot find the word

so takes a forest walk, right back to nature

and hears him singing - stupid little turd.

That night he asks her "What's my name?" to bait her

"It's Rumplestiltskin" mate, so see ya later!"