Mirror mirror, on the floor

Who's the fairest of them all?

Why you my queen, you know it's true

But although you're fair you're clumsy too

For while you've been moving your arms around

I've somehow reached the stony ground

Mirror mirror, reflections shattered

You think it's I who caused you to clatter?

Yes my Queen, I'm afraid I know

You knocked me off with your elbow

While brushing your dark and dangerous locks

After smashing your perfume and your make-up box

An arm like a rocket, my how it hurt

Now I'm in pieces looking right up your skirt

And all the King's craftsmen and all the King's glue

Simply can't make me as good as new

So Queenie Queenie please take care

Next time you tackle your tangly hair

Indeed, I'm so sorry, and there's another reason it does suck

Because you're magic and that means seven times more bad luck!

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