Oh the poor thing
She loved her father so dearly
Though she tried to make it there on time
Her father had passed
Where he was locked up in the cellar
The man who did this
Such a horrible man
Belle couldn’t leave
Couldn’t be sane no more
She became ill
Saw chipped cups and tea pots talk
Once a clock told her to make the beast a lunch
And a candle stick wants her to fall in love
With the hideous thing!
She saw a rose that glowed
close by the west wing
She knew not to go
But curiosity lead her to do so
As soon as she almost touched the last petal that was about to fall
He the Beast stormed in
And threw her down in the cellar
where she found her father
Many years ago...

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