And after Snow White went away
The dwarves decided not to stay
In the house that by her absence she'd left hollow
They sold up, separated, split
Found lines of work that seemed to fit
Them better than that one they used to follow
So, Grumpy works in a contact centre
Takes ten thousand calls a week
And Doc's a wannabe inventor
I saw him on Dragon's Den last week
And Sneezy works in a factory
Where I think they pack M&S food
And Bashful went into comedy
I heard that his stuff's really rude
And Dopey became a huge celeb
After he went on Big Brother
And Happy just sells fruit and veg
On a stall he runs with his gay lover
And Sleepy, well, Sleepy never
Seemed to find his happy ever
After, rather he just spends all his time asleep
Slumbering instead of waking
In a mine of his own making
'Cept unlike the others this one runs too dark and deep
In his dreams he reminisces
About the princess, and the kisses
That she lay like gold dust on his round and wrinkled head
Now that dust is lost and scattered
Hearts and mirrors, all have shattered
Snow white lies to broken ties and broken home have led
Better, then, to lie alone, a stone inside his bed
To close his eyes and fantasise, not weep, but sleep, instead.
