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

I found a casket
Entirely of glass
No, it's unbreakable
Inside, don't ask it
A maiden, alas
Just as unwakeable

What unmistakable
Agony!
Is the way always barred?

She has skin white as snow

Did you learn her name?

No
There's a dwarf standing guard

Agony
Such that princes must weep!
Always in thrall most
To anything almost
Or something asleep

If it were not for the thicket

A thicket's no trick
Is it thick?

It's the thickest

The quickest
Is pick it
Apart with a stick

Yes, but even one prick
It's my thing about blood

Well, it's sick!

It's no sicker
Than your thing with dwarves!

Dwarfs

Dwarfs

Dwarfs are very upsetting

Not forgetting
The tasks unachievable
Mountains unscalable
If it's conceivable
But unavailable
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Agony!

Misery!

Woe!

Not to know what you miss

While they lie there for years

And you cry on their biers

What unbearable bliss!

Agony
That can cut like a knife!
Ah well, back to my wife...