Stopping by the Woods at the Dwarf’s Cottage beware of dwarfs!!
Whose house this is, I think I know.. I’ll look inside and just peek,,though. They will not see me stopping here To watch the birds let out a crow.. My little feet might think it queer. To stop without the castle near, Away from the Prince who represents fake. The darkest night I dread of fear.. They sing heigh ho in an outbreak; I wonder if I made a mistake.. I wait there still as they creep. ““Eat the apple,””you should take. The woods are awful, dark, and deep. But I take a bite and let out a weep. And shortly I go back to sleep., And shortly I go back to sleep.
SNOW WHITE