CP: High in a tower--
Like yours was, but higher--
A beauty asleep
All 'round the tower
A thicket of briar
A hundred feet deep
Agony! No frustration more keen
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that you've not even seen
RP: I've found a casket
Entirely of gla**--
No, it's unbreakable
Inside--don't ask it--
A maiden, alas
Just as unwakeable--
Both: What unmistakable agony! Is the way always barred?
RP: She has skin white as snow--
CP: Did you learn her name?
RP: No, there's a dwarf standing guard
Both: Agony! Such that princes must weep!
Always in thrall most
To anything almost
Or something asleep
CP: If it were not for the thicket--
RP: A thicket's no trick. Is it thick?
CP: It's the thickest
RP: The quickest is pick it apart with a stick--
CP: Yes, but even one prick--
It's my thing about blood
RP: Well, it's sick!
CP: It's no sicker than your thing with dwarves
RP: Dwarves
CP: Dwarves...
RP: Dwarves are very upsetting
Both: Not forgetting the tasks unachievable
Mountains unscalable--
If it's conceivable
But unavailable
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah--
Agony!
CP: Misery!
RP: Woe!
Both: Not to know what you miss
CP: While they lie there for years--
RP: And you cry on their biers--
Both: What unbearable bliss!
Agony, that can cut like a knife!
Ah well, back to my wife...